बारिश और तुम #२

कल रातकी बारिश कुछ बूंदे छोड गयी है, वहा खिडकीकी चौखटपर ,
मेरी कलाई की घडी मे फसी तुम्हारे कुर्तेके कुछ रेशमी धागों जैसी।

मेरे कंधेपे सर रखकर अपनी उँगलिसे मेरे सिनेपे तुमने जो लिखे थे,
वो अल्फाज अपने नाजुक हाथोंमें समेटे, देखो वो पल घूम रहे है मेरे इर्दगिर्द।

जालीम हवा झोका कुछ बुंदोंको चौखटसे गिराकर गया है अभी अभी,
जैसे वक़्तकी टिकटीकाती सुइयोंने बडी बेरेहेमीसे तुम्हे मेरे बाहोंसे छीना था।

कुछ और भी बूंदे शायद शहिद हो जाती उस बेरहम हवा के झोंकेसे,
पर तुम्हारी यादोंकी तरह उन्हें भी बचा लिया है मैंने।
खिड़किया जो बंद करली है मैंने कमरेकी, और दिल की भी।

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बारीश और तुम #१

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हर पल जब असमान से कुछ बुंदे मेरे उपर गिरती है,
दिल के किसीं कोनेसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

मेरा गिला बदन तुम्हारी यादोसे मेहेकता है,
मानो महिनोसे झुलसे हुए मिट्टीपे पेहेली बारिश गिरी है।

कभी बिजली कडकती है, और मै भी थोडा कांपता हू,
मेहसूस करता हू, जैसे तुम कांपके मुझसे पिहली बरसात मे लिपटी थी।

तुम्हारा गीला बदन, अभिभी मुझपे ओढे इस खिडकी मे खडा हू,
रसोईसे आती गर्म कॉफी की खुशबू आज भी तुम्हारेही पसंदकी है।

खुले खिडकिसे कोई बुंदे जब मुझ पे आंके गिरती है,
तो दिल की किसीं गेहराईसे तुम्हारी आवाज आती है।

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My prism

I had lost my precious prism,

which, from a temple, I had stolen.

Since then,

Butterflies from my eyes flew off and they are gone,

Dousing the sparkle on dewdrops that once brightly shone

Now grass is just green and sky is a blue shallow,

And my fellow humans had lost their rainbow glow.

Yesterday, a kid came bubbling with laughter.

Eyes full of amusement and constant chatter.

“Hey isn’t it amazing?

the sky is not blue, and grass is no green.

Humans are of rainbows,

this, have you ever seen? “

Her question got me amused,

Is it my prism which she used?

How many are still there?

Prism of the temple chandelier?


This is my first ever attempt to take classic Marathi poetry to you guys who can’t understand the language. This is my attempt to translate “माझा लोलक” by legend शांता शेळके (Shanta Shelke), renowned Marathi poetess and songwriter. She has given so many classic songs to the Marathi language. Here is the original poem too for you guys…

देवाच्या देवळातून चोरून आणलेला लोलक, हरवला माझ्या हातून.

तेव्हा डोळ्यातली फुलपाखरं उडून गेली,

आणि विझली पाण्याच्या थेंबातली इंद्रफुलं.

आता गवत नुसतंच हिरवं दिसतं, आणि आभाळ नुसतंच निळं.

घराघरांना, माणसांना फुटतच नाहीत इंद्रधनुष्याच्या रेषा.

परवा एक पोर आली उड्या मारत,

हातांचे पंख पसरून डोळे विस्फारून खिदळत मला म्हणाली,

गम्मत बघ, गवत हिरवं नसतं, आभाळ निळं नसतं

आणि माणसं असतात इंद्रधनुष्याची बनलेली. माहितीये तुला?

माझा लोलक हिला कुठे सापडला?

देवळातल्या झुंबराला किती लोलक आहेत अजून?


I am participating in A to Z challenge with Blogchatter and this is my take on day 16 challenge. “P for Prism”

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Story about him, about her

Blue grass and Fireflies by Pascal Campion

This is the story about him, about her
They found solace with life, running faster.
They walked down to the park ..,
On the busiest street of New York!
It was the starry night and a clear sky
They laid on the grass without being coy!
Air was dry, and breeze was cold,
Hours just passed by,
But it was never too old!
Star rose and moved along their eyes …
Time flew by, words and hands were held tight !!!
A moment and the star breaks loose,
The wish of togetherness “they don’t want to lose ..! ”
Singleton is always incomplete
Just like yin and yang
The moment when they first met …
When bells did ring!
Violins joined in, playing the Romantic tune,
They swore to be there, and love till the moon (and back !)
The starry night was special .. time …
When they always said
You are mine
Years passed …
And stargaze became the celebration
They enjoy the journey
But they never worry about the destination !!!


I am participating in A to Z challenge with Blogchatter and this is my take on day 8 challenge. “Him and Her”

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The game is on

We wound up the table very late last night,

Just like every day, it was a draw,

You and me, we have been playing for years.

It’s the game of chess.

Today, we woke up early morning, like everyday routine.

I finished my chores and started setting up our station,

In the gallery, overlooking beautiful garden,

You went into the kitchen after finishing your bath,

And your coffee ritual started, as precise as math.

I pulled the table, and spread the tablecloth,

Board is opened and pieces are ready to march on the path.

Now I wait for you, with kitchen music as background score.

Amazing aroma fills the air, which fresh brew of coffee has kept in its store.

You join on the table, settled in your chair.

Board is observed with eyes which are steady.

I offered you to start when you are ready.

The first move is made, and the race starts.

Our minds are focused and the game is on….


I am participating in A to Z challenge with Blogchatter and this is my take on day 7 challenge. “Game is on”

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Deep down in a ditch

Memory Opener by Olaf Hajek

Deep down there, Between those two memories,

That’s your place, Do you see it?

Look closely, how cute is that little dimple on your cheek,

Do you know, your smile gave it?

Your precious specs, curtained those beautiful eyes behind,

Trying not to give what’s on your mind,

Do you think they succeed in it?

Those constantly moving hands when you spoke,

Gave away your dance skill, did they knew it?

Your compassion for life nurtured with that joy-filled heart,

How could have you lost it?

Friends have been your lifeline, you haven’t met them in years.

How can you live without it?

I am asking you, honey, will you stop staring from the mirror,

I asked you a question, will you answer it?

What are you doing so deep down the ditch,

don’t see that ladder on your right?

It’s been years you have been down there, only god knows what you were doing.

Isn’t it time to come out of it?


I am participating in A to Z challenge with Blogchatter and this is my take on day 4 challenge. “D for Deep”

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