Encounters with Reality

Naneghat once more These are the days when I have started thinking that purposeless acitivities are waste. So it includes trekking just for the fun. However, this time instead of obeying my reasoning, according wish of my friend, I went to Naneghat, one more time. I was not that fit for the trek. Somehow, such unfit situations are more inviting to perform than all is well situations. Therefore, I consoled myself that I will be able to do this. When I sat in the bus, I was feeling sleepy and feeling misplaced as my trek partners are continously talking. Nevertheless, since there was no place to sit, we all were standing and somehow I started talking with others. I was bored in bus journey this time, feeling inside that I am wasting my time and somehow I have wrong company. These thoughts soon vanished when I started walking towards aim. Every time I feel same thrill at the start. Those two peaks, one looking like thumb and other just a broad piece of stone, are stan...

नशीबास "कर हवे तेवढे वार" म्हणालो "मानणार ना कधी मी हार" म्हणालो केला सौदा संकटान्सवे आणि व्यथेला "खुशाल यावे उघडे आहे दार" म्हणालो खेळवून मज नियती अखेर जेव्हा दमली डाव नवा मांडून तिला "तैयार" म्हणालो रिचवून सारे तुडुंब प्याले अपमानाचे दगाबाज दु:खालाही "आभार" म्हणालो कुबेर आला दारी म्हणाला माग हवे ते.. हसून त्याला "केवळ खांदे चार" म्हणालो रडलो नाही.. लढलो, भिडलो आयुष्याल राखेतुनही उठलो अन "यल्गार" म्हणालो - गुरू ठाकुर

That’s why I hide, Myself as a poet.. My poem is for me, Mother, love and friend… But you look at them As a thing to buy, And then throw some pieces Of praise or criticize No, that’s not the only reason.. My poem is not so fragile, To be worried of Flowers or throngs.. But, How can I share my breaths with someone, How can someone else live on my heartbeats How can I borrow Someone’s feet to walk My road undefined. And, When I get lost within My own boundries, Who will tell me Where my sky is, If not my poem….

I searched myself, I defined myself as one of those, then one of different those and keep defined. then, on one fine day, I found, I am yet undefined. that made me happy then, but being not defined is against the rules of this world. people probed me, as if, I am the one with sin. they showed how happy they are, being part of borrowed self. I laughed... then I put myself, in the roads of dry reasoning, enigmatic spiritualities. that made me drunk for time being, yet, on next morning, i was all alone. I seek my reflection, on the ever flowing river of crowd around me. I checked whether I am structured by friends around me. but, no luck, friend, I am yet an unresolved puzzle. I am missing piece of jigsaw set. No meaning, assumptions here. else is game, played for the fun. watch if you wish, else you can play. but don't ask me, what it is? because, no meaning, assumptions here.