One monsoon ...

Tell me where you drown it,
I will follow you,
Tell me when the sun will rise,
& I will miss you!

Tell me why the drops are dreary,
I will fetch my diamonds where,
Tell me where the shine is,
& I will never curse you!

Tell me where the warmth is,
Thy has left me running cold,
Tell me where the shade is,
& I will always embrace you!

Tell me where my bliss is,
As I have only one life,
Tell me where my soul is,
For thy will always come again.

With the roaring clouds my hope dies,
With the pelting rain my heart cries,
Why did you do this?
Only one year of rain,
Now a life with drought is vain!

Silence is beautiful ....

People chatting, shouting all around ; bikes, cars honking loudly ; hawkers selling vegetables and eatables ; Me walking down the narrow road, crossing all types of shops, making my way out of the crowd going their home. Somewhere on the first floor of the building, TV was playing some kannada songs. People bypassing me talking, singing in all different languages.

Songs, horns,noises, noises , horns, noises songs vehiles people volume crowd public song orn noise hornoisongshileseoplevolumrowdubliccccccccccccc............................................................

and then there was silence !

Yes ,Silence was talking. Two young boys communicating with each other with only signs !! .... As if I was completely deaf , I was only staring at them as I was walking behind. Weren't they conversing with each other ? Weren't they communicating their thoughts and feeling ? I could only smile at myself only smile ....

शेवाळ

This poem is written by one of my uncle, long before, I was even born. How simple yet so true perception .... Just wanted to save it somewhere :)


वाहून वाहून थकलेल्या
नदीचा प्रवाह आटतो तेव्हा ....
हळू हळू का होईना
ती वाहतच जाते ;

इतकेच पाण्यावर तिच्या
..... हिरवेगार शेवाळ साचते.
-का- s s कुणास ठाऊक
तहान शमाविणाऱ्या जीवास
ते हेच सांगत असते ;

कि माझ्या जातायुश्यात
मी दुथडी तुंबून खळखळत ...
वाहत होते ........
........... आणि माणसाचे जीवन देखील
अगदी असेच वाहत असते
पण .... कधीतरी ओघ मंदावतो

..... आणि ... कसले तरी शेवाळ साचते .
ते दूर सारण्यासाठी खूप धडपडतो
पण त्यासाठी मागून मोठा s s ....
ओहोळ यावा लागतो
आणि .... तो .... अश्रूंचाच असतो ....