To a friend...

Sometimes he is a child

innocence personified

at times quite unlike one

maturity embodied.



His spirits are bouyant and his acts alive,

reminding me of ol times

spent in bliss,

His talks pacify and his being's placid,

of future I can fantasize,

with dreams in tranquil.



His smile's genuine, his words honest,

his walk's classic and looks convinced,



but



He's naive at heart, clear in goals

as any diamond would be.



Met as a friend,

vanished less than a foe,

his company soothed

his care salved...



for, those times he was present

remain unparallel

to any friend met in ages.



To him I could connect

and lose myself,

in the identity he created,

in the factor of 'us'

that he always protected...



But calm seas are seldom liked,

sounds of waves, often loved,

sudden cyclones disrupt peace,



...its the law of nature

and again silence reaps.



'It's a cycle...' they say

for silence is often followed by waves.



Waves they begin

and slowly take off,

killing the deadly silence,

that almost raked me face-off!



...and now he's gone

can't get back,

for it's Freud's mind they say

gone for once, its not to be seen ever again.

Kahi vedya vakadya charolya - 4

Pakharanchya kilbilatane na uthave,

tila sakal mhanu naye,

ghanadaat abhal

nilyache kale jhale tari

papanila jhop na yei

tila ratra mhanu naye.

Kahi vedya vakadya charolya - 3

Todki modki kavita keli hi ashi,

achanak dur dongaratun vahavi

lahan sar jashi,

todki modki ka ase na

shanta karel tula hi ashi,

tya avadhavya virantela pajel

hi sar jashi.

Kahi vedya vakadya charolya - 2

Kay mhantos ...

Kharatar jakhamanvar mith lavnari ti navhe,

tar tuch tu,

jakham denari ti khari,

pan kona dusaryala phunkar na ghalu denara

tuch tu,

junya pan ajun olya jakhmechi mauj ghenara

tuch tu,

tya khol ghavala buju na denara,

tuch tu,

tya rakta bambal jakhmela sukhaavun(happiness) japnara

pan tuch tu,

tar kasa dosh purna tila detos

tuch tu?

Kahi vedya vakadya charolya - 1

Majyatle sacchepan pan tyachat asava,

pan thoda jasta,

majyatle prem tyachat asave,

pan thode jasta,

majyatli jidda pan tyachat asavi,

pan thodi jasta,

majyatali lokansathichi halhal tyachat asavi,

pan ti matra majyahun kamich,

lokansathi mala halhalnara pahun

halhalnara to,

kharach bhetel ka kadhi?

Thoda Ratricha Vedepan...

Ti mhante : Phone ala ki udat bolane

ha tujya ragacha nailaj ahe

pan phone thevalyavar matra

Chukchuklyasarkhe vatane

hach tar tuja svabhav ahe.

To mhanala : Tujyavar ragavne ha tula

Athavnyacha bahana ahe

Tuja phone ala ki to jato

Tasa maja raag shahana ahe.

Tulahi he mahit ahe tari

janun ghenyacha attahas ahe

mi tasa nahi, mi asa ahe,

hehi tula mahit ahe.

Ti phakta gappa rahili...

To mhanala : Purushanchahi he asach asta

tumhi bhav deta ka

hech tyana pahache aste

nahitari tyana kuthe ghas kon takat asta.

Ti mhanali : Bayakanche na he asach asta

baherun ek tar aatun dusarach asta

Bayakanche na he asach asta

gynat aslela,

samorchyakadun vadavun ghenyacha

ved aste.

To 'Her'

He is young and

she is beautiful

He talks

she listens

He cries

she soothes

He agitates

she pacifies

He can't do without her

she has to do without him

he says 'leave me alone'

she can't

for a mother that she is

and now... no more!

Left him alone

for ever.

And who will I talk to now?

for there wasn't anyone in this house

yes it is not my home any more

a house that you left behind

a void she left

can't be filled

not by near and dear ones

not even by her husband

Its a permanent void!

'Genlte'men

Men will always be men. Do what you want, come what may, men will remain men.

Men in suit and boot, or men in dhoti - shoti, men will be men.

Just the other day, I met two handsome young men, businessmen to be precise, dressed up in nice suits, black berry phones, and a nice long car. I took the back seat while they were at the fore. They had made sure, I was comfortable, and had good space to sit, amidst all the daily newspapers that were lying in the backseat.

Throughout the journey, they kept busy talking with clients on their phones, discussing deals and products and their businesses. In between were slow murmurs of 'this deal shall be of Rs.XX and so and so is an important client'. Could I shut my ears? Guys I can hear your murmur!

So we reach the place, and proceed for the meeting. Except for the host, I am the only lady with four men, two clad in handsome suits. Water is served and kept on the center table... too far for me to reach! Realizing this quickly one of the guys helped me with it. Hmm nice! I say. Thorough gentleman!

The meeting is done. I get a chance to interact more with these guys. They sound nice, polite and very humble. Good! Different men, I think.

Meeting done. Remember it's evening and it's Mumbai, Read : Busy Traffic. We are patiently waiting for our turn to make a quick right when another vehicle trying to get into the lane behind us, lightly kissed our car's trunk. Yes it was a light kiss! But the father and brother of our lil darling car, immediately got out and checked for any scratch. Yes when it an expensive one, who wouldn't. I turned back to see from the glass, if there was any masala in the story, and just to see the one of the gentleman utter a horrible hindi swear word 'B@@##***'. OOPs were these those sophisticated men, in suits? To make it worse, our Papa darling, the car owner, went over to driver seat of the other car, gestured the driver to open his window. As soon as the window opened, this guy, slapped the driver! And there were women sitting in the car too!!! All the sophistication just melted away, exposing the nude bieng. Just as the chocolate of the chocobar melts away leaving just the bare vanilla. And silently, again dressed in the same sophistication, both of them sat inside the car.

To me they looked undressed, no more GENTLE only men!

Of a Woman, A MOTHER

Her child is gone

Far away!

Into the space

That can’t send him back

Back to be the same

Same as he was

Her trust is betrayed

Of life and fortune

The destiny that was

Hopeful as she was

To make her happy one day.

To his pictures she can speak

speak her heart to each

each Companion is to her

with Only memories

that he left behind.

“You will come back to me;

My child.”

My child will come back

She said

Said she believed

He will live twice

Twice for her.

Her trust put to test

Of life and fortune

The destiny that is

Hopeful as she is

She will be happy one day

To see him come back one day.

The mother I see

The woman wanting to

Set her free!

Caressing her memories

As it would her own child be;

And hope to create a child back from memories….

Or will it be

Only memories from

a child that he was?

Time shall witness…the victory

Of a woman

A mother.