Category: कविता

  • झड

    zad-text

    बघ, बाहेर लागली आहे पावसाची झड,
    अन काळजात चालली आहे तुझ्या आठवांची धडपड
    नकळत होईल उराची घालमेल,
    अन् सावरतांना उडेल धांदल.
    तेवढ्यात जोरदार बरसेल एक सर आणि होईल ढगांची गडगड,
    आठवतंय तुला?
    अशाच एका पावसात रंगला होता आपल्या गप्पांचा फड,
    अन् सुटलेल्या थंडगार गार वाऱ्याबरोबरच भावनांना आला कढ,
    आवेगाच्या नावेत बसून आपण केव्हाच सोडला होता थड,
    आवेग ओसरला, पाऊस पालटला, मग आली पानझड,
    मधल्या काळात तशी बरीच झालीये पडझड,
    पण आजही जेव्हा लागते पावसाची झड,
    काळजात होते तुझ्याच आठवांची धडपड…

    Poetry recited by Aditya Sathe

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Bagha, bāhēra lāgalī āhē pāvasāchī jhaḍa,
ana kāḷajāta chālalī āhē tujhyā āṭhavān̄chī dhaḍapaḍa
nakaḷata hō'īla urāchī ghālamēla, 
sāvaratānnā uḍēla dhāndala.
Tēvaḍhyāta jōradāra barasēla ēka sara āṇi hō'īla ḍhagān̄chī gaḍagaḍa,
āṭhavatanya tulā? 
Aśācha ēkā pāvasāta raṅgalā hōtā āpalyā gappān̄chā phaḍa,
suṭalēlyā thaṇḍagāra gāra vāṟyābarōbaracha bhāvanānnā ālā kaḍha,
an āvēgāchyā nāvēta basūna āpaṇa kēvhācha sōḍalā hōtā thaḍa,
āvēga ōsaralā, pā'ūsa pālaṭalā, maga ālī pānajhaḍa, 
madhalyā kāḷāta taśī barīcha jhālīyē paḍajhaḍa,
paṇa ājahī jēvhā lāgatē pāvasācī jhaḍa,
kāḷajāta hōtē tujhyāca āṭhavān̄cī dhaḍapaḍa

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    Look outside, rain is constantly
    pouring,
    and in my mind, your memories are struggling.
    I will be anxious unknowingly,
    and to reduce it I will be will fumbling.
    (do you) remember?
    Just like this it was raining and for long, we were chatting,
    emotions took over when a cold breeze came blowing.
    and we left the shore, in the boat of passion we were sailing.
    passion receded, rain shopped, and then arrived the fall,
    in the meantime, many things came down crumbling.
    But, whenever rain is constantly pouring,
    even today, in my mind, your memories are struggling.

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  • सागरतीरावर

    Saagarteeravar-text

    फेसळत्या सागरतीरावर तू अन मी दोघेच आपण,
    सूर्य अस्ताला गेल्यावर,
    हातात हात घेऊन खांद्यावर डोकं टेकवून,
    गार वारे अंगावर,
    दिसतायत असंख्य दिवे, अथांगात तरंगणाऱ्या बोटींचे,
    पार दूर क्षितिजावर,
    गाजेच्या गंभीर आवाजाच्या साक्षीने, आणाभाका होतायत,
    साथ देऊ जन्मभर
    उगवूच नये सूर्य उद्याचा, वाटतंय इथेच थांबवावी काळवेळ,
    असंच बसावं रात्रभर.

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Phēsaḷatyā sāgaratīrāvara tū ana mī dōghēcha āpaṇa,
sūrya astālā gēlyāvara,
hātāta hāta ghē'ūna khāndyāvara ḍōkaṁ ṭēkavūna,
gāra vārē aṅgāvara,
disatāyata asaṅkhya divē, athāṅgāta taraṅgaṇāṟyā bōṭīn̄chē, 
pāra dūra kṣitijāvara,
gājēchyā gambhīra āvājāchyā sākṣīnē, āṇābhākā hōtāyata,
sātha dē'ū janmabhara
ugavūcha nayē sūrya udyāchā, vāṭatanya ithēca thāmbavāvī kāḷavēḷa,
asan̄cha basāvaṁ rātrabhara.

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    You and I on a lonely seashore,
    when the sun is sea-diving,
    holding hands and your head on my shoulder,
    when a cold breeze is blowing,
    there on the horizon,
    we see so many boats with their lights blinking,
    we exchange vows, we shall no separate,
    in the background, waves are heavy roaring
    I wish the sun should never rise again,
    and time should just stop when on the shore we are sitting…

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  • आठवण

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    आठवण नाही काढत तुझी,
    पण तुला विसरावं कसं हेही कळत नाही,
    दिवस निसटतो म्हणा तसा तासातासाने, पण रात्र, रात्र सरता सरत नाही, जाणवत राहते क्षणाक्षणाने.
    माहिती आहे, आपल्यातला दुरावा आता कधीहि कमी होणे नाही, तू पोचली आहेस त्या मुक्कामावर.
    पण आजही सकाळी उठल्यावर तू करायची त्या वाफाळत्या चहाचा गंध कधीकधी दरवळतो खोलीभर.
    कानाला मशीन नसलं तरी ऐकू येतं तुझं मंजुळ आवाजातलं गुणगुणनं.
    डोळ्याचा चष्मा मानेभोवती दोरी टाकून पोटावर लटकत असला तरी स्वच्छ दिसतं. तुझं उतारवयातलं मउसूत सुरकुती लावण्य.
    पोराबाळांच यथासांग करून तृप्त अंतकरणाने गेलीस निघून अथांगाच्या वाटेवर.
    निदान थांबायचं तरी माझ्यासाठी. काही गोष्टी निस्तरल्या की मीही निघणारच होतो.
    पण तोवर तुझ्या अशा आभासी वावरासोबत जगतो आहे.
    आठवण नाही काढत तुझी,
    पण तुला विसरावं कसं हेही कळत नाही….

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Āṭhavaṇa nāhī kāḍhata tujhī, 
paṇa tulā visarāvaṁ kasaṁ hēhī kaḷata nāhī,
divasa nisaṭatō mhaṇā tasā tāsātāsānē, 
paṇa rātra, rātra saratā sarata nāhī,Jāṇavata rāhatē kṣaṇākṣaṇānē.
Māhitī āhē, āpalyātalā durāvā ātā kadhīhi kamī hōṇē nāhī, 
tū pōchalī āhēsa tyā mukkāmāvara. 
Paṇa ājahī sakāḷī uṭhalyāvara tū karāyacī tyā vāphāḷatyā 
chahāchā gandha kadhīkadhī daravaḷatō khōlībhara.
Kānālā maśīna nasalaṁ tarī aikū yētaṁ 
tujhaṁ man̄juḷa āvājātalaṁ guṇaguṇanaṁ.
Ḍōḷyāchā caṣmā mānēbhōvatī dōrī ṭākūna pōṭāvara laṭakata asalā tarī 
svaccha disataṁ, tujhaṁ utāravayātalaṁ ma'usūta surakutī lāvaṇya.
Pōrābāḷān̄cha yathāsāṅga karūna tr̥upta antakaraṇānē gēlīsa nighūna 
athāṅgāchyā vāṭēvara. 
Nidāna thāmbāyacaṁ tarī mājhyāsāṭhī. 
Kāhī gōṣṭī nistaralyā kī mīhī nighaṇāracha hōtō. 
Paṇa tōvara tujhyā aśā ābhāsī vāvarāsōbata jagatō āhē.
Āṭhavaṇa nāhī kāḍhata tujhī, 
paṇa tulā visarāvaṁ kasaṁ hēhī kaḷata nāhī....

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    Your memories don’t haunt me, but I am clueless about how to forget you.

    A day moves by the hour hand of a clock but night, it makes its way by each second.
    I know, we can never breach the distance between us. You have reached that destination.
    But even today, the room gets filled with the aroma of a morning tea that you used to brew. I can listen to the humming in your beautiful voice even if I am not using the hearing aid. I can clearly see your wrinkled silky smooth beauty even though my lenses are hanging on around my neck.
    You have left for the journey of internity after finishing all the duties of a good lady of the house, but you could have waited for me. Even I am preparing to leave as soon as I finish some pending works.
    But till then, I have to live with your shadows around me.
    Your memories don’t haunt me, but I am clueless about how to forget you.
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  • न लगे सांगणे

    Na lage sangane - text

    विलगले ओठ अन, पसरले चांदणे,
    लुब्ध झालो मी असा, न लगे सांगणे.

    बरसली वीज ही खोल नेत्रातूनी,
    घायाळ हा मी उभा, न लगे सांगणे.

    माळली ती फुले, दाट केसांतूनी
    गंधाळलो मी पुरा, न लगे सांगणे

    पाहतो वाट मी, प्रेम ये बरसुनी,
    तरसलो मी आता, न लगे सांगणे

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Vilagalē ōṭha ana, pasaralē chāndaṇē,
lubdha jhālō mī asā, na lagē sāṅgaṇē.

Barasalī vīja hī khōla nētrātūnī,
ghāyāḷa hā mī ubhā, na lagē sāṅgaṇē.

Māḷalī tī phulē, dāṭa kēsāntūnī
gandhāḷalō mī purā, na lagē sāṅgaṇē

pāhatō vāṭa mī, prēma yē barasunī,
tarasalō mī ātā, na lagē sāṅgaṇē

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    A smile spread on your lips as they apart, and one doesn’t need to tell how enchanted I am.

    When you glanced at me lightening struck me, and one doesn’t need to tell how smitten I am.

    You put those flowers in your wavy hair, and one doesn’t need to tell how fragranced I am.

    Now I am waiting for the showers of love, and one doesn’t need to tell how much I longed for (it).

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  • तो

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    आजूबाजूला घड्याळाच्या काट्यावर चालणारी मानवी यंत्रे घेऊन,
    शहराच्या दाट लोकवस्तीतल्या एका उंच इमारतीत राहतो तो.
    दिवसभर चालणारे दावे, आकडेमोडी आणि देवाणघेवाण बघत,
    आपल्या मनाला यांचा संसर्ग होऊ नये यासाठी निग्रहाच्या भिंती बांधतो तो.
    सकाळी पहिल्या चहाबरोबर भोवतालच्या व्यवहारी रुक्षपणाला जाग येते,
    आणि त्याला हद्दीबाहेर ठेवण्यासाठी त्याच्या बुरजातली जागा पकडतो तो.
    टाइपिंगचा खडखडाट, फोन आणि मोबाईल च्या घणघणाटा पासून लांब जात,
    त्याच्या मनातल्या वाद्यवृंदाच्या मंजुळ सुरावटींचा आवाज ऐकतो तो.
    हे भयाण वाळवंट भोवतालच्या कोटाच्या बाहेर ठेवण्याचा लढा दिवसभर सुरूच असतो,
    संध्याकाळ होते, खडखडाट, घणघणाट, देवाणघेवाण, हेवेदावे, आकडेमोड, शांत होते, आणि मगच बुरुजावरून उतरतो तो.
    तिन्हीसांजेपासून पुन्हा सकाळ होईस्तोवरची अखंड रात्र त्याची असते, एकाकी,
    पण बाजूच्या कुंपणावरच्या एकट्याच असणाऱ्या पारिजातकासारखा बहरतो तो.

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Ājūbājūlā ghaḍyāḷāchyā kāṭyāvara chālaṇārī mānavī yantrē ghē’ūna,
    śaharāchyā dāṭa lōkavastītalyā ēkā un̄cha imāratīta rāhatō tō.
    Divasabhara chālaṇārē dāvē, ākaḍēmōḍī āṇi dēvāṇaghēvāṇa baghata,
    āpalyā manālā yān̄chā sansarga hō’ū nayē yāsāṭhī nigrahāchyā bhintī bāndhatō tō.
    Sakāḷī pahilyā chahābarōbara bhōvatālacyā vyavahārī rukṣapaṇālā jāga yētē,
    āṇi tyālā haddībāhēra ṭhēvaṇyāsāṭhī tyāchyā burajātalī jāgā pakaḍatō tō.
    Ṭā’ipiṅgachā khaḍakhaḍāṭa, phōna āṇi mōbā’īla chyā ghaṇaghaṇāṭā pāsūna lāmba jāta,
    tyāchyā manātalyā vādyavr̥ndāchyā man̄juḷa surāvaṭīn̄chā āvāja aikatō tō.
    Hē bhayāṇa vāḷavaṇṭa bhōvatālachyā kōṭācyā bāhēra ṭhēvaṇyāchā laḍhā divasabhara surūcha asatō,
    sandhyākāḷa hōtē, khaḍakhaḍāṭa, ghaṇaghaṇāṭa, dēvāṇaghēvāṇa, hēvēdāvē, ākaḍēmōḍa, śānta hōtē, āṇi magacha burujāvarūna utaratō tō.
    Tinhīsān̄jēpāsūna punhā sakāḷa hō’īstōvaracī akhaṇḍa rātra tyāchī asatē, ēkākī,
    paṇa bājūchyā kumpaṇāvarachyā ēkaṭyācha asaṇāṟyā pārijātakāsārakhā baharatō tō.

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    He lives in a highrise in a crowded part of the city, surrounded by human machines running on the clock. He has built a fortress around him to keep out the contamination of quarrels, under the table transactions and calculations which he witnesses daily. This all starts with the first cup of tea of the day and he takes his place on the battlement of the fortress. He enjoys the symphony in his mind played only for him by his mind-orchestra and ignores keystrokes of typing, a ringing of mobile and landlines. As the dusk approaches, all the cluttering keystrokes, ringings, transactions, quarrels and calculations fade out and finally, he gets down from the battlement. From dusk till next morning, entire night is his, his alone. Lonely, yet he blooms just like a lonely “Parijatak” standing on the fence.

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  • पुढला पाऊस

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    वाटतं की उघडून द्यावीत मनाची कवाडे, घ्यावा थोडा मोकळा श्वास,
    पण लगेच मन आवरतं घेतो, कारण सोबत तुझी आठवण येईल खास.
    कितीदा वाटतं द्यावीत झटकून जाळी जळमटं, झाडावा पाचोळा,
    पण नजर पडते पाचोळ्यातून फुललेल्या सोनचाफ्यावर आणि आठवतो या चाफ्याच्या जन्माचा सोहळा,
    खरंच, हे असे अनेक सोहळे डोळे भरून पाहिलेत आपण जोडीनं,
    चाफ्याचा जन्म, गुलाबाची पहिली कळी, जाईच्या वेलाने पकडलेलं चढावाचं पाहिलं बोट, एक न अनेक.
    परवाच बाहेर पडलो होतो अंगणात, काठी टेकत टेकत दोन चार महिन्यांनी,
    माजलय आता चहूकडे गवत, चांगलं वीतभर झालंय,
    असतीस न आत्ता इथे, तर बाजूची जागा मोकळी केली असतीस कापत्या हातांनी, बसल्या बसल्या.
    मी मात्र वाढू देतोय त्याला, त्याची पातीही आणतात परत अंगणात तुझ्या आठवणींना.
    पाऊस सरेलच आता, गवतही पिवळं पडेल, उन्हात पुढे करपूनदेखील जाईल.
    पुढल्या पावसात कुठून परत येईल देव जाणे, पण…
    पण यंदाच्या पावसात बरीच पडझड होईल घराची, पुढचा पाऊस बघेलस वाटत नाही, घर आणि मीही…

    Phonetics in Roman Script

    Vāṭataṁ kī ughaḍūna dyāvīta manāchī kavāḍē, ghyāvā thōḍā mōkaḷā śvāsa, 
paṇa lagēcha mana āvarataṁ ghētō, kāraṇa sōbata tujhī āṭhavaṇa yē'īla khāsa.
Kitīdā vāṭataṁ dyāvīta jhaṭakūna jāḷī jaḷamaṭaṁ, jhāḍāvā pāchōḷā,
paṇa najara paḍatē pāchōḷyātūna phulalēlyā sōnachāphyāvara āṇi 
āṭhavatō yā chāphyācyā janmācā sōhaḷā,
kharan̄cha, hē asē anēka sōhaḷē ḍōḷē bharūna pāhilēta āpaṇa jōḍīnaṁ,
Chāphyācā janma, gulābāchī pahilī kaḷī, jā'īchyā vēlānē pakaḍalēlaṁ 
chaḍhāvāchaṁ pāhilaṁ bōṭa, ēka na anēka. 
Paravācha bāhēra paḍalō hōtō aṅgaṇāta, kāṭhī ṭēkata ṭēkata dōna chāra 
mahin'yānnī, 
mājalaya ātā chahūkaḍē gavata, chāṅgalaṁ vītabhara jhālanya, 
asatīsa na āttā ithē, tara bājūchī jāgā mōkaḷī kēlī asatīsa kāpatyā hātānnī,
basalyā basalyā. 
Mī mātra vāḍhū dētōya tyālā, tyāchī pātīhī āṇatāta parata aṅgaṇāta 
tujhyā āṭhavaṇīnnā.
Pā'ūsa sarēlaca ātā, gavatahī pivaḷaṁ paḍēla, 
unhāta puḍhē karapūnadēkhīla jā'īla. 
Puḍhalyā pāvasāta kuṭhūna parata yē'īla dēva jāṇē, paṇa... 
Paṇa yandācyā pāvasāta barīca paḍajhaḍa hō'īla gharāchī, 
puḍhachā pā'ūsa baghēlasa vāṭata nāhī, ghara āṇi mīhī...

    Poem recited by Aditya Sathe

    Rough English Translation (non-poetic)

    So many times, I think of opening all the windows of my mind, to breath the fresh air,
    but I stop myself because that freshness will bring back your memories for sure.
    I feel like cleaning the cobwebs and sweep the fallen leaves,
    But at the same time, I see the “Chaafa” tree blossomed through those dry leaves, and remember the celebration of its birth.
    (Do you) remember? Many such celebrations we witnessed together.
    Chaafa’s birth, first bud of our Gulab, first twine of Jaai which caught the line. And many more.
    Just a few days before, I walked out into our courtyard, slowly with the help of my walking stick. Must be three-four months since my last visit.
    There are weeds and grass has taken over. Even grown above handspan.
    Even though your hands shake, you would have cleared the area around you by now if you were here.
    But I am letting it grow, at least with them, your memories flourish in our courtyard.
    But now, rain will reside, grass will turn yellow, might even get burnt in the scorching heat later. But god knows how it will return in the next rain.
    But much more will collapse of this home. There won’t be the next monsoon to look at, for this home, and for me too…

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