भरू बांगड्या सयांनो

आला श्रावण संख्यांनो, चला जाऊ बाजाराला, साज शृंगार करूया, मास सणांचा हा आला. भरू बांगड्या सयांनो, गर्द हिरव्या रंगात, सौभाग्याचे हे लक्षण, किणकिणते हातात. बांधू कंकण मोतीये, मन खुलेलं क्षणात. वाटे आकाश चांदणे, मी बांधले हातात. या बांगड्या लाखेच्या, मज घेऊ वाटतात, फुलतील इंद्रज्योती, तिच्या साऱ्या आरश्यांत. काय काय भरू हाती नाही ठरत मनात, का…

सोहळा

Beauty of our mother earth always shows variety of shades, but as soon as the month of Shravan comes around, beautiful wet greenery shining sunshine spreads all over. This poem is all about this gorgeous beauty of Nature.

श्रावण

My new poem about gorgeous lover drenched in the showers of Shravan; the 5th month of Hindu calendar.

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,…