Shades of Success

@Shimla

  

They always said life is,

The events of pride and,

In achieving a station beyond self-doubt,
In being someone noticed aloud.

The name for you and fame for your family

Glory to the kin and some more of it all for one’s ancestry and posterity,

Success, achievement, triumph and a little more of them all.

I thought I will have it once I am at that mark,

The so called 'success' of catching the eyeballs.

But now,

That mark seems getting distant and blurry,

As I keep on desiring every time a little more of them all,

The so called 'success' of catching the eyeballs.

I asked him and her, everyone said you could do better,

That there is no stop until you get better of every other,

That the biggest loser happens to be none other than the second finisher.

Confused and frustrated all the while doubting myself,

Do I or don’t deserve the sunshine glory,

In melancholy my mind numbed,

After all my struggles I had been announced good for none.

Came my dog wagging his tail,

With his ever gleaming eyes and spirited trails

We went around the park, and had a good time,

We sat at the pond, felt the wind and bathed in the sunshine.

It was then that I decided,

Never again to get blinded by,
The Janus faced successful ones,

Their flimsy glory and the pompous tones,

Life is what one makes out of it,

A hearty laugh, some good friends,

A loving partner is what it takes,

To get the utmost warmth and truest admiration for lifetime.©

                                                                                                

श्री सखी

   

मना मध्ये का अशी चुन चुन,

तुझा विचार देऊन जातो ,

आयुष्यात माझ्या अशी वेळ यावी,

माझाच मी हेवा करू पाहतो .

तू समीप असतांना,

माझं मन नसतं माझ्या सोबतीला,

डोलते मन माझं, तुझ्या स्मित हास्याला,

अन अलगद जाऊन बसतं तुझ्या ओठाच्या कळेला.

एकांत असावा तू अन मी ,

दोघेच करू गुजगोष्टी ...

आयुष्यभराची संगत,

निवांतपणा आणि सोबत तुझी.©

                                   

A Love Letter

My dear,

I wish someday I figure out,

I wish someday I find,

The reason for your love,

The secret in those eyes,

The rumblings in those heavy breaths.

My dear,

I find you ever tempting,

So much are you desirous,

I am addicted to your lips and the mole just underneath.

The touch of your palm,

The melodious voice,

And the songs that you sang in the middle of the night!

My dear,

The heavy eyelids,

And the piercing eyes,

Sometimes troubled but the ever mischievous look.

I see a face in glow,

So welcoming, so pure.

And the moist eyes,

With a trembled voice,

When the separation between us grows!

My sweetheart,

I feel the devotion, the love,

But I wonder what good had I been,

Awestruck I am at this fate.

You are a dream come true,

How much should I appreciate,

My fortune.

Like the advent of spring,

In my wintery longs,

You touched everything with your warmth

And have given life to my frozen prose!©

                                                          

   

Conversations in silence.

Between our conversations, there is a silence,

Between our silence, there is a conversation.

And I long for both because so intense is the feeling,

We can't afford to waste it in just words.

Just as the stars Twinkle in the middle of a dark night

So do these silences utter, which can't be described.

My sweet love talk to me, say whatever,

And I will hear out each and every word.

But don't trick me with those expressions of you,

For I am hardly a match for the subtle expressive eyes of you.

So to think, imagine what you mean and why,

I dare not, I dare not for every time you make me look too novice.

For I do remember you through  sounds, words and thy sweet smell,

Tell me, tell me, oh my dear will you remember me!

Just as the wind blows, and sounds originate.

So do you communicate without it!

Silence​ at times is the best medium of communication,

Attending to the unsaid, and an effort to feel you!©

                                                                           

The Churning

@Pachmarhi,MP

Let world go by,

I don't want to run with it.

Just want to remember the times

When I had the world to myself,

Nothing else required,

Very little and simple desires.

I was happy every moment every day,

I  screamed, I shouted never I doubted.

The days were privileged then,

Never needed to hide one’s ignorance,

A chance to be amazed at every other thing .

I wanted to achieve and prove,

I was true to myself, was cared and loved.

Now I find myself crooked and crippled,

My mind is filled with memories of hatred,

jealousy and envy for every other.

I see the problems of life,

Some I inherited, major I created.

I find I am ruining myself,

I find myself left behind.

I don't know what I am really looking at,

If this is the world, I was so excited at,

Where I was my actual self,

Where everything seemed so true and perfect.

There’s a child inside every one of us,

A curious mind, imagining everything with no shortcuts

It never dwelled in past,

It never worried about the future.

The child believed in and remained faithful to others.

It is the time to unleash the child within,

Time to rekindle the divinity in waiting,

Facing the fears,

Welcoming the change,

Being true and respecting the self inside,

rather than being an outcome of circumstances outside.©

                                                              

The Mist.

She comes so silently, seldom one notices,

But ends up lighting the evening as if an enchantress,

She never lets me have my way,

For spellbound charm is what one sees all the way.

Whatever one may say,

She makes things seem more beautiful, than they really are.

Let me know if you are, what my heart longs for,

I wonder if you are, the one I am in search of.

Wait wait oh dear for let me ask the question

But, like every time you are gone,

Lost in the darkness of the night,

Just when I start to feel that we had the whole night

Now only you see me and I can't,

But let me tell you,

Through this scribbled lines I feel you

For our trysts are too intense to disappear

For they are real not fickle,

Like you !!!©

                                       

दिवा ,तू जळत राहा.

 त्याचं  प्रेम  तेवता  दिवा  होतं ,
ऊन,  पाऊस,  वारा,  सावलीत   जपलेला  ठेवा  होतं .

कदाचित   दिवा ,चमकून  झगमगाट  करायला  असमर्थ  होता ,
पण  दिवा  तेवत  राहतो  ,
ऊन  पाऊस  वारा  सावलीत   सारखाच  जळत  राहतो,
ऊजेल त्याचा  कदाचित  तितकासा  होत  नाही ,
पण  दिवाच  होता  तो ,
त्याच्या  गुणाने  जळत  राहतो ,

अरे दिवा ,
तू  मुजोर  आहेस,
दिवा  तू  तर  तुझ्यापुरताच रे,
का  इतका तू  आपलपोट्या?
दिवा  तू  वाइईट  आहेस,
तू  अंधारातच  दिसतोस,
तुझी  मला  गरज  नाही,
तू  तर  नेहमी सारखाच दिसतोस,
कधी  तरी  जास्त  उजळ  हो,
तू  तर  तुझ्याच  खोली  पर्यंत
बाहेर  तर तू  नाशवंत.

तुझी लायकी नाही दिवा,
तुझा ऊजेल मला पाहिजे नाही ,
दिवा तुझा  ऊजेल मला दिसत नाही,
दिवा तुझ्या अश्या जळण्याचा काही उपयोग नाही.
तुझ्या असण्याने आणि नसण्याने  ,
ऊजेल तर सारखाच,
असशील तू उपयोगी अंधारात,
सारखा जळायला तुझी तर ऊब पण मला जाणवत नाही.

सूर्य चंद्र ताऱ्यांच्या प्रकाशात,
दिवा तू तर शहाणा आहे,
दिवा माझा ऐक,
तुझी खोली अन तुझा ऊजेल,
स्वतःपुरता तुझा  खेळ.
काय  ठेवतो  म्हणतो  एकजात,
कधी   खोली  उजळून  दाखवलीस  तू,
मला  कधी ऊब  दिलीस  तू.

दिवा तू जळत राहा,
कधी जर अंधारलं तर मी येईन,
झगमगाट जर गेला तर दिवा तू असशील ना,
काळ्या अंधारात तुझ्या खोलीत तुझा तेवढा प्रकाश असेल ना,
मी येईन, मी थांबेन,
अंधार ओसरेपर्यंत मी वाट पाहीन,
कदाचित तुझ्या जळण्याचा मला तेव्हा भास होईल,
तू  माझ्यासाठी  जळत  होता  नेहमीच,
पण मला तुझा प्रकाश तेवढा का जाणवला नाही,

तुझा  सौम्य  ऊजेल,
तुझी  तेवढीशी  खोली,
तुझी  ती  सारखी  तेवत  असणारी  वात,
दिवा जळत राहा, अंधार होईल कधी
काही काळा पुरता,
दिसशील तेव्हा  तू, कि तू जळतोय नेहमीच,
एकसारखा .
म्हणेल  तुला  मी  'दीपक'  कधीतरी
सारखा  ऊजेल  असणारा,
ऊन  पाऊस  सावलीत सोबत  करणारा,
वाट  दाखवणारा ,जळून  उजाळणारा.

दिवा शांत होता, स्वतःशीच पुटपुटत होता,
माझा ऊजेल माझ्यापुरताच,
माझा जाळ माझ्यापुरताच,
मी  माझ्यापुरताच।©