Maybe it’s time I should walk alone…

 

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Such’re the times I really find hard to get through,

when I can’t find even the words I once knew,

and then there’s so much to talk,

maybe it’s time I should alone walk…

 

Day after day I move on the same path,

faking every moment pretending a fresh start,

instead of doors the walls I seem to knock,

maybe it’s time I should alone walk…

 

When no one interprets your silence or empty speech,

and those who can; prefer not to reach,

as every now and then I stray far from the flock,

maybe yet again it’s time I should alone walk…

 

That’s when I feel I never belonged to this place,

in crowds of masks lost like a face,

I wish in a shell myself I could lock,

maybe it’s time I should alone walk…

 

 

Words of Loneliness

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Every single time I need you the most,

somehow you part away leaving me lost,

is this the way ‘m supposed to live,

trying to hold on and struggling to believe…

 

Don’t you know how difficult it’s without you,

how to say a thing then I have no clue,

fumbling through nights as I dread the silence quiet,

with a vacant hope I decide to wait…

 

Till you come back and once more I find my voice,

or for the eternal moment I make the same choice,

walking the same old road with a fresh stride,

often wishing if only one could reverse the playing side…

 

 

 

Finally I do what I have always done,

you too as usual win the battle already won,

forcing me to embrace you one more time,

and that’s the way cometh yet another rhyme…

 

 

Pune

I come from capital of dreams and peace
where scent of roses carries every breeze
where narrow streets host the curiosity of a kid
where journey still matters rather than its speed…

Pulsating with zest of creativity and youth
it’s true landmark of progress and growth
and still those ancient roots too hold strong
it’s a place where you just can’t find a thing wrong…

It stands on foundations of history and culture
embedded with wisdom and vision for future
blessed with beauty and gifts of nature
how else should I describe that empire of pleasure…

Truly unique and in a class of its own
like a guiding star overlooking the horizon
I come from the city so different from the rest
transforming coals into diamonds; always digging out the best…

No strike of terror can cloud that shining ray
nor that spirit any sword can ever slay
beating inside our hearts forever and ever
as we keep going on without a blink or a waver…

Birth Of Star

‘Can I touch it?’ asked the little boy,
Young as he was unable to hide his joy…
‘Sure my dear.’ Replied the stranger,
With intentions clear and a hint of pleasure…

Only few could actually see it but the boy knew it not,
As it was just the beginning and he still had to learn a lot…
To some it looked like a gem, to some a sword,
Even a key it looked like to some while rest could just never find the word…

The boy could see a spark spreading a soothing glow,
Inside the pure liquid shimmering as it continued to flow…
As he gently touched it only a moment later,
So excited he was as he had never experienced anything better…

He knew he could actually fly at the moment if he wished,
Nothing seemed impossible as his powers unleashed…
‘Is it real?‘ he asked expecting the worst,
The stranger merely nodded as he felt with ecstasy he would burst…

‘Can I take it? I’ll treasure it forever’,
The boy regretted his courage as it melted under stranger’s stare…
After what seemed like eternity the stranger spoke with a smile,
‘Of course you can. But first listen to me for a while…

No doubt you’ve the ability to make the best out of it,
You’ll achieve then those well deserved extraordinary feats…
But my son, I warn you, as it may cost,
Leaving you battered and completely lost…

It’ll rob you of every smile you ever had,
Leaving behind pain unimagined making one go mad…
Now it’s clear to you, so you can make a choice…’.
With these words vanished the stranger as echoed his calm voice…

That’s the only time the two had ever met,
A meet so unique the boy could never forget…
He then took the spark with him and swore to himself aloud,
No matter what may come he’ll never let that shine cloud…

Since then he’s burning to keep his fire alight,
Sparkling alone in the sky night after night…

The Bid…

 

 

Can I please ask for something from you to borrow?

Give me all your troubles, pain, and sorrows,

in return I’ll keep my best smile with you,

as long as it may take for us to find a way through…

Let me wipe all those tears from wet eyes,

as you fake some laughter to my silly lies,

just one of them however may turn out true,

as you’ll get know when we find a way through…

Or you can ask for 3 magic wishes to be granted,

transforming this gloomy place into the dreamland enchanted,

as delicate and pure as a pearly dew,

where we need not look for a way through…

Else I’ll just sit silently with you all along,

till you realize that nothing can anymore go wrong,

as you decide to turn the page fresh and new,

accompanying you on the lonely way through…

That’s my bid dear; now if you feel it’s far too low,

then raise the stakes the way you wish and just let me know,

‘ll loot the kingdom of joys just for you,

until we pave out the ultimate way through…

प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

अशी कशी गं या आपल्या प्रेमाची ही त-हा,
एकटीच तू तिकडे अन् मी इकडे अधुरा,
कधी सांग सखे असा संपेल हा अबोला,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

रोज संध्याकाळी आत्ता येशील तू असे वाटे,
गुलाबाच्या आशेनी ह्या वेड्या रोज वेचतो मी काटे,
तुझ्यावाचून गं आता एक क्षणही राहवेना,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

तुझ्यासाठी चन्द्र तारे मी बांधीन शब्दात,
अन् कधी घेईन भरारी निळ्या मोकळ्या नभात,
नक्षत्रांच्या गुंफिन माळा हर एक पुनवेला,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

मोरपिस जणू सये तुझ्या आठवणी अश्या,
जसे चांदणे कोमल सोडी पाण्यावर ठसा,
हरवलो पुरा जरि तुझी प्रीत ही हरेना,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

काय आता सांगू इथे जगतो मी असा,
झुरे पाखरासाठी तो सोनचाफा वेडापिसा,
घाली वसंतही साद परि एकटा फुलेना,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

जरि आज तू असशी दूर अंतरावर फार,
कधी नसतेसच गं माझ्या नजरेच्या पार,
ठाव आहे तुज सारे पुरे जीवघेणा हा बहाणा,
एकदाच प्रिये मला भेटायला ये ना…

Someday The Skies Will Break Into A Dawn…

Short of words and short of thoughts,

I seem to be living in a world of ‘not’s,

And still one has to keep walking on,

Someday the skies will break into a dawn…

 

Every single day I remind myself the same,

Though at times I end up playing the blame game,

All I’ve to do is to just hold on,

Till someday when the skies will break into a dawn…

 

How many times I’ve seen the glorious days after,

A life full of joys brimming with hearty laughter,

Every gloomy sign of sorrow will then be gone,

Someday the skies will break into a dawn…

 

The mornings will be fresh and evenings calm and pleasant,

With nights sparkling in shadows of stars radiant,

Every moment thereafter will be a fiesta of joys unknown,

Someday the skies will break into a dawn…

 

World will be a place to live and achieve feats,

Chasing with pride the dreams in golden fleets,

When every untrue mediocrity will forever be thrown,

Someday the skies will break into a dawn…

 

That’s what I dream with every aching blow,

That’s what I preach steadily and slow,

To conquer this pain with hope I’m born,

Someday the skies will break into a dawn…

Tale of Loner…

Two houses to live but not a single home,

No wonder nowadays I find it easier to roam,

Floating like a nomad from place to place,

That’s my tale more or less..

 

Living on edge of two worlds,

Like an empty space between two words,

Squeezed tightly but without a trace,

That’s my tale more or less..

 

Balancing the future with roots in past,

I don’t really know how long it can last,

Falling behind though after doubling the pace,

That’s my tale more or less..

 

Repelled by the likes to distances far and wide,

Amongst the unlikes unwilling to bind,

I translate randomly in this chaotic mess,

That’s my tale more or less..

 

Lately I feel so alone and left out,

Shadowing horizons like a dark silhouette,

Just another empty shadow without a face,

That’s my tale more or less..

 

 

I wish I could rest inside a pair of eyes,

Or in a heartbeat spend such lonely nights,

Drowning this world in a tight embrace,

That’s my tale more or less..

Is it time to give up…?

Is it time to give up or is it just another battle lost,

I keep asking this on as I find my resources exhaust…

 

With the zest lost and desires fading, I find it hard to reign,

Soon, I fear, a time will come where nothing’s left but disdain…

 

Will the sun rise again making me eager like the first ray?

To conquer depths unknown as the evil darkness I slay…

 

Will there be smiles spread all along the way?

Making the world a place where forever I would wish to stay…

 

Or will it be a battlefield where dreams are killed as a sacrifice?

Glorifying the vices untrue as ill-fortuned truth pays the price…

 

So many thoughts these days crowd my mind,

As all the pain I try to leave behind…

 

I dream of the victories which drove me so far and away,

Only to find the fallacy of the trap alluring the prey…

 

I then cry aloud in tormenting anguish,

Searching for the lifeline as my senses begin to perish…

 

I then wish I had a companion to restore my faith all along,

A pair of eyes to rest in, when I found everything going wrong…

 

I still walk alone in hope for that angelic call,

Keeping the enemies at bay, determined not to fall…

VIT CULTURAL

गेल्या काही दिवसात खूप काही बदललय,
बरच काही घडलय आणि फार थोड़े बिघडलय…

घरी असो वा कॉलेजमध्ये फार फरक पडत नाही,
वाक्यवाक्यामधून ‘भरत’ काही सरत नाही…

सूर्य मावळल्यावरच खरा दिवस चालू व्हायचा,
मोठ्यातला मोठासुद्धा रोज काहीतरी शिकून जायचा…

येणारी प्रत्येक संध्याकाळ खरच किती नवीन होती,
-२ शी संबंधित प्रत्येक गोष्टच ख़ास होती…

चंद्राला झाकोळायला कल्पनांचा पूर यायचा,
एखाद्या वादावादिनेच रात्रीला खरा नूर यायचा…

हमरातुमरी झाली तरी विस्तवाची आच नाही,
कल्पनेचे राज्य त्याला वास्तवाचा जाच नाही…

सीनियर्सनी खरच आमचे खूप लाड पुरविले,
त्यांची स्वप्न आमची झाली पण ते मात्र हरवले…

परत कधी येतील ते सोनेरी क्षण?
त्या चंदेरी राती, ते स्वप्नांचे बन…

गेल्या काही दिवसात माझे आख्खे आयुष्य सरलय,
आता माझ्या आयुष्यात फ़क्त culturalच उरलय…

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