बारीश और तुम #३


धुँवाधार बारिश है ये, थमने का कुछ नाम नही,
पहाडोसे बिछड़नेपर, शायद फुटके रो रही।

हम तुम भी तो बिछड़े है, महीनोसे ना मिल पाए,
इन बरसते बादलसीही, क्या तुमभी बेहाल हो?

जब हवा बादल उड़ा लाई, तबसे ये है जान गए,
मुलाकात अब पहाड़की, अगले साल ही नसीब है।

ये कंबख्त नौकरी जब, दूरी हममें डालती है,
आहे तुम भी भरती होगी, जुदाई बड़ी लम्बी है।

पानी छोड़ो हल्के होलो, झटसे फिर ऊपर जाएंगे,
शायद बादलोने सोचा हो, क्या ये फिजिक्स पढ़े है?

तुमभी यूँही सब करती हो, बससे सफर जब चालू हो,
समान छोड़ू, उतर जाऊ, लेने आओ  कहती हो।

बादल और पहड़की ये, कहानी सदियोंकी है,
सालाना जब बारिश हो तब, बादलकी शक्ल रोनी है।

ये बादल जब रोते है, मन उदास हो जाता है,
तुमसे फिरसे मिलनेमे, अबभी दो माह बाकी है।

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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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तांबडं फटफटायच्याही आधी, मी निघालो आहे,
पायाखालची वाट सोडून, सरावाचा रस्ता मोडून.

धुक्याची चादर ओढलेल्या किंचित अंधाऱ्या गल्ल्या,
ओढतायत मला, हाक मारतायत खुणावून.

माझीही पावलं आपोआपच वळली, उत्सुकतेने,
मनातल्या साऱ्या शंका खोडून.

नुकतीच उगवतीला केशरी किनार आली,
अन आभाळभर पसरली, अंधाराला चिरून.

अज्ञाताचे पडदे बाजूला सारत त्या गल्ल्या फिरत होतो,
बहुदा, मुळ मानवी स्वभावाला धरून.

माझ्या हिस्स्याचे धुके मनसोक्त पीत होतो,
जोवर मन जात नाही भरून.

उन्हं तापू लागली तशी धुक्याची मखमली चादरही विरली,
गावालाही जाग आली आळोखे पिळोखे देऊन.

अज्ञातातली समाधी भंगली, एकांत संपवला
हे अज्ञात जग ज्ञात असलेल्यांनी धक्का देऊन.

परतीचा प्रवास अन ओळखीच्या खुणांचा शोध सुरु झाला,
उद्याच्या अज्ञातसफरीचा निश्चय करून…

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कविता खरंच अशी ठरवून होत नाही,
लगेच जमायला ती काही २ + २ नाही.

मनातल्या भावनांना कवितारुप येणं,
हे तर त्या माता सरस्वतीच देणं.

कधी एकामागून एक येते लाट,
कधी मनातला चातक बघतो वाट.

कवितेला असते कधी नाजूक किनार,
तर येते कधी परिस्थितीची वज्रधार.

जपलं जातं कधी कधी गुलाबी स्वप्नं,
तर कधी व्यक्त होतं भयाण दुःस्वप्न.

तरीही कविता असते मनाच्या जवळ,
आनंदाने भरून जाते आपली पूर्ण ओंजळ.

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