THE BEST POEMS ON LOVE, LIFE & FEELINGS; POEM SUMMARY, BOOK SUMMARY BY VINOD JADHAV

I have a friend, Who has got a girlfriend Only forthnight back. And see what miracle she has made. Now he don't just listen To the comments we pass; But replies back. And then when we disturb him Off his morning sleep He doesn't complain anymore; Instead shouts at us. See what love has done, And now I feel sorry; Once I used to call it crap. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I remember, My pal once claimed, 'It's important that we have A love story in our life.' And I dodged his thought, With a mock smile Saying,' Am better alone; Who wants the trouble of GF, When I'm going to get wife.' 'You just don't understand it now' he said, 'But will undestand it Sooner or later, am sure.' He was serious, And I dodged him again Saying, 'impossible'. And then came the day When you said I love you And I said nothing in return. I was shocked, Someone can love me too. And then in a moment or two I was in the distant land, Feeling lighter than air, And the excited sensation, Thinking it's only an imagination. That day when I went into the crowd, I looked into the eyes Of the strangers, And passers by; What I had forgot to do For a long time then, I can't deny. I knew then, Why he said love story is important, May it be a success or failure, Or only an imagination. But th

While returning back From the morning walk, I found a dove; Bleeding, broken winged. I picked it up And hurried to my room. There on the path I mate an elderly man Who enquired me Of the incident and my plan. He laughed at me, Finding me stupid and fool, For I told him the truth, Saying, 'we eat it And you are trying to save. And moreso, I know, It won't survive.' I did not argue; Just replied what I thought, 'Maybe you are right it won't last, Still it's best That we stick to our part.' He didn't argue too, But simply laughed. I brought it to my room; That bleeding, broken winged beautiful thing. And I found, The stranger was right, It did not survive, But died in peace. I did not mourn, It's death didn't hurt much. Instead, the day went Smooth and nice, Than all other days of my life. It simply happened, I did not know how. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blog

Changing someone's life, Though a lot tough may it seem, Is an easy thing. I dare say, For, I have done it before; Am still doing. You may ask, How you can say changing lives to be easy, When it involve changing thoughts; Which, surely, is the toughest task. You'll claim, People who needs change Don't just listen, And when you advice, they blame. And I agree with you, I sincerely do. But, I know, It's not just advicing, Or suggesting a beautiful thing That brings change; Showing is effective too. So, I suggest, Don't keep on advicing The one's who don't listen; Show them instead How nice is to change. By not only advicing But behaving the same. with your humble heart, Simple thoughts, And careful tongue. And then, I know, They'll dream, Surely they will, To be loved, respected And behaved like you, And will change too. For, I have heard The wise men of our time claim, no one can change Unless they dream

My pals claim That I play with my life, That's a callous thing; And I say it's just An experiment am doing. They laugh disbelieving me, Finding it funny, But when they see me serious, They ask me, Am I serious ? And I reply, yes. They get baffled, I strive to make myself A source of experiance, And my body Works as a laboratory For all my experiments. And they blame me, Saying if I don't change, I shall be in purgatory. I seldom eye them, Seldom pay them ear. For, I trust, These experiments are What keeping me alive. Else, I doubt I would have lived. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

She said to me, 'We will never speak To each other the whole life, And we'll never meet.' We said goodbye then, And concluded with it. I felt much better, I had hoped it would be worse, And there was peace, When, finally it was over. Some relations are Like passing clouds, And life is better When we let them pass. Else they are sure To rotten your feelings, And poison your thoughts If you take them for granted, And clinged onto them, Determined to retain them At any cost. Because, when passing clouds stop They are sure to destroy The complete landscape. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Ever since I knew it, I was fearful of height, And I believed, This fear will be lost Once I looked down The high summit. That was the reason I put myself to test, And I began to climb For the high summit. No matter what I needed to get out of fear; I knew, I can't live with it; Forever. And am sure, No one really can. So, I climbed to the high summit And looked down. But surprised, I did not feel the half scared Of what I had expected. It has been long time back, I still fear the heights, And still lose my breath With its prospect. I guess now, To kill my fear, I have to climb everest. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I hate children, I really do. For they are Careless and free, Noisy and untidy. Children are full of spirit And keep asking The same stupid things All the time. Shamelessly. And then, They sleep like log Late still sun is hot, Without caring for job. And when comes to speaking, They speak truth Without fear, Without pretending to be good. That's why I hate them, And hate them hard, For I want to be the one But I can't. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Just now, only a moment back, When I threw myself to bed, For an afternoon nap, There appeared a face On my minds' screen, Which was distant one, To whom am sure I don't remember. I woke up then For,I thought, It was strange, Absolutely strange, To see the distant face. And then, After a long thought,I learnt It was not the only case. Oh yes, I remember now, I saw that face. Don't ask me when or where, For, I don't remember when, I don't remember the place. But, I guess,I saw it years back In some forgotten fest. It was not so beautiful, Neither smart nor arresting one. All it had was a shine in it's eyes, And the smile on chicks, Which was confident one. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

'I wish time stops here.', I said to her, Looking into her beautiful eye, She asked why. 'Because', I replied, 'I fear, Time will make it's effect And I may not remain so dear, And special to you. Forever.' She smiled. She too, perhaps, Thought the same. 'You'll wish the opposite soon', She began, 'When you meet The hardships in life, And you'll be down.' I believe she was right, I am a common person Who wishes to run From hardships and tragedies, Escape failures and challeges, And avoid clashes and fights; Like we all do. And then, to be honest, I believe it too That there's much to life In hardships and tragedies, And challeges and fights Than cliging to the moments Of success and delight, Or still other, The moments of your choice. Thank God! Not all our wishes are done, And life runs on it's own. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

You used to pretend To be my friend; I knew it well. I pretended too To show I believed it true. Long time have passed now, And I too Have become like you. I abused myself, Yes, I did. For being dishonest To the one who called me friend; Though only out of pretendance. Alas!! Never did I get sad, Enough I did blame, And this pretendance of friendship By both of us, Turned into an interesting game. Am still pretending To be your friend, And you haven't changed yet; Even in the long summers that went. And the only change I see That has taken place is We are addicted enough To realize that It's still a pretendance. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Just now, only a moment back, When I threw myself to bed, For an afternoon nap, There appeared a face On my minds' screen, Which was distant one, To whom am sure I don't remember. I woke up then For, it was strange, Absolutely strange, To see the distant face. And then, After a long thought, I learnt It was not the only case. I analysed the situation then, As to learn, Why I remebered that face, Which was distant one. Oh yes, I remember now, I saw that face. Don't ask me when and where, For, I don't remember when, I don't remember the place. But, I guess,I saw it In some forgotten fest. It was not so beautiful, Neither smart nor arresting one. All it had was a shine in it's eyes, And the smile on chicks, Which was confident one. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

It's 3:18 AM, It's the odd time of night To write a poem. And anyone can predict, Wtiting poem When am awake from sleep Means am missing someone. And you ,my dear, Can be sure Am missing you tonight. See how strange it is, I feel you around as I miss. But then I fear Am drowning in you For, all these days I had allowed myself, Only to be missed, And now I feel stressed, Stressed, am new at loving, To be loved Is something am familiar with. For, with loving came The need to be loved back. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

As I grew older I heard people say, And say it often enough That Life is a challenge, And it's challenge to live. I never believed it true, For life, as much I knew, Is beautiful; genuinely beautiful, And obstacles are few. Because I knew, 'What matters is how you see' And I saw it As it is. Beautiful. Then came a night, Deadly and worst at it's might, When I mate with a nightmare, In which I died And when I woke up from sleep, Panting and sweating, I cried. And then I mate With this nightmare of mine every night, And I realized Why they call it challenge. Yes, Life is a challenge, And a challege is To call life beautiful When you wake up every dawn, And before you sleep every night, And keep calling the same, All days of your life, Though you know it true. When all that you meet with Is stress, and fear, And loss and tear. And when you know my dear- It's inevitable. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

 ::- LOVE; FOR NOTHING -:: 'Why do you love me ?' I asked her, 'Am no one; Am neither good son, a brother Nor am a good lover.' She did not reply, Nor did she try To frame words, Or to speak the sentences of romance, Simply kept on looking ino me. I kept on scanning The sockets of her eyes, For the time that felt for ages. She need not speak, Her eyes did the rest, And then perhaps I think I found my answer. There was bothing I could see For which she would love me. She simply loved. Loved; for nothing. By-Vinod

While cleaning the attic, I found a bangle there, Kept safe, wrapped in a soft cloth. I remember, She had worn it When we met last. And all these days I thought; I forgot. But she was there; in attic. Safe. Wrapped in beautiful cloth, Neither tarnished, nor broke, But safe. All those days. And is sure to be there, forever. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Some say it's television, Some say it's cellphone, I stand firm with those Who claim cellphone to be the worst invention. They say, we can talk With our distant ones in an instant, And text them,and show them where we went, And then the best, We can use it anywhere, any place. And if you call it worst, Give us something to replace. It's the cellphone who kills your sleep With it's sudden vibration and untimely beeps, And when you spend hours on it, Am sure you'll go deaf. And the worst of all You wont really realize When you got addicted to it, More addicted than With alcohol and nicotine, So much that you'll go insane When it's battery runs out, And when there's no balance left. And you are sure to get a heart-attack, At it's theft. Forget it's timely use, For it's indeed an abuse To use it on the walk, On the stand, siting in the garden, Between your lectures, and in the group of peers. When all you could

Can you love me? Yes, am asking to you. Can you? Can you love me May be only for a single day? Or easier still, May be for a moment ; Can you look into my eyes And not speak anything But smile and smile again, Making me forget pain. As she used to do. Can you take her place? Can you? May be only for a walk down the path? Or easier still, Can you put your head On my sholder And sit besides me watching sunset Seating speechless, After a heated argument. As she used to do. Can you ? You say sorry. Don't be sorry my dear, I knew already. And I know no one else can, Love the same way, And behave the same As she used to do. Because you, my dear, You are born diffrent, And can't love like anyone else And take her place, For you will Make your place Your way. Because that's, afterall, your place. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Some say life is complicated, I think am gonna join them soon. Why, You ask, am sure? Because, I have put all my efforts in. May be, that's all I wanted When I began this story, May be I was fed up With the routined life; I wanted something to worry. Now, I have received The first consignment of complication, And it's fairly enough To make me busy for a long run. Now I smile, Though it's still awhile, Before the drama would began And then would go on And on and on. And am sure to love it, Because I have received More than I wanted, That's perhaps, The advantage of making life complicated. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I called it off with her yesternight, She said alright, And agreed upon a deal Not to call me again, Till I begin to feel. She had simply become Irritating one, I can't remain tender enough And keep acting like The same good-boy all the time, It was no more fun. And then I slept alright, For the first time before midnight. And woke up late Without a good-morning call, And I thought that's no big loss. And then there was no call From her all day long, She kept her promise; I was wrong. I did not call too, But did nothing whole day Than to miss her irritating questions And the useless discussions, And I thought, This phase too will pass as all others, And I'll become the old person I wanted to become. I kept waiting For that time to arrive, Missing our old fights, Sometimes I felt them alright. And still I said every night, She meant nothing to me, Perhaps that's what Emptiness is meant to be. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod

I have a fan. Yes sir, I too have one, Though am none, Who makes me feel proud, And I feel am someone, In the world's big croud. That fan of mine, Who is die-hard one, Calls me per day without fail, And calls too often, Said she wanted to meet me, Just once, only for a while, Said its her only wish. And I obliged. Yes sir, I obliged To meet my fan Who is die-hard one. Then, the next moment I denied her the meet, Though I was at my summit. Denied saying,'I can't meet you Am too engrossed.' And she obliged too. Yes sir, You may call me wrong, Wrong I broke her heart; But am not. For I too am like you, Wanting to remain special Though,may be, for only one, Than to meet her And turn normal human. So I denied, For I shall never meet her. It's best this way. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

She said to me that I am a matured one, And I looked at her in disbelief, For I really didn't learn When it happened. I said ,' You are wrong, For now too I cry in despair, And laugh aloud At slightest of fun, And you must be simply unthoughtful To call me a matured one'. And she laughed, Like matuted ones do, Looking into my eyes And wishing me to understand The unspoken explaination. And I really did understand, Or may be I was wrong To take that stand, When she said, 'everyone cries From birth till death, With maturity changes Only the reasons we cry for And the fun we laugh at.' I couldn't laugh at it. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Have you ever Wrapped a leather jacket over Your body and walked through The known street, In broad daylight? Have you ever Felt how a villain feels When he walks through As people watch him crazily Forgetting their Job at hand? Maybe you didn't, And maybe you would never Ever try doing so And feeling the same. Maybe, you are a hero type And the only thing You want to show Is your best look And leave The best impression. And thats why, My dear, You too join The bunch of onlookers, Who look crazily, Forgetting their job at hand Towards the likes of us, Wishing yourself To be at our place, Alas !! You say, You care to save your name. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Did you ever fight With yourself With all your might Over the thing called wrong and right ? If ever you did ? I'm sure you will, You'll learn, It's a lot tougher, Than does it feel. For, you are not really habitual To let yourself fail To win the game, And you worry over Your word and fame. And, so I suggest you my dear, Try this fight once, If not for goodness; For experiance. And you'll know How necessary is that fight, How wrong you were about yourself. For, You can't really win sometimes Without losing yourself. That fight decides who you are, And who you become. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

That ailing dog Used to lie there, Whole cold nights, In the corner Of my yard Untill yesterday night When I put a piece Of ruined cloth over him To help him out. And today he Just did not come To sleep there. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

What if every moment You know you are not right, And still to your thought You stick too tight ? What if you know Wrong is wrong, You can't surely alter, Whether you made someone laugh And content though ? And still you want to do it, Do it for you say You have promised. Will that make your did right ? I know the answers, For you will give ideal ones, And then will give excuses, When I'll question your actions. Better still, Do not reply me at all, Maybe then, You'll pardon yourself And feel no guilt, For you did what you wanted, And you did not Promise to do right. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

It's for those, Who imagine It were only imagination, And when they meet with It there Who fear to sleep again, Who live within secure cells And still who live under It's shadow every moment; Death is all the beautiful, Enchanting, honest, New,And chaste. No one really knows, And no one really will How It comes, How It feels. After ages of invention and discovery Which still remains a mystery, And the only thing equal in all, The poor,and rich, and ugly, and beautiful. I say so, And I dare believe, It's death that makes you live And makes life beautiful, With it's remainder To make you moving For it's coming, And then at last With it's surprise visit, And I trust When it comes You'll love it. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

You will wonder, my dear, Why I did What I did, And I'll be nowhere. This piece of mine is To make you clear That life truly is strange; Do not try to understand; You better get habitual. For, my dear, Its impossible to love yourself When you discover It is going to be hell To live another moment. Its true, my dear it takes only a moment Before you learn, Your time is over. It's simply to warn you To begin living Before you reach the stage As mine, And begin to smile For what you dezire. You better Stop postponing. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

They say, Pairs are made in heaven, I don't believe it true. For I doubt there exists Something like heaven To make pairs, And I doubt myself again, For I found you. They say, There are soulmates Who meet you here on earth Birth after birth, And, offcourse I doubted it too. For I doubt there's a soul In my body at all. And I doubt myself again, For when I mate you, I felt, What I never knew existed. And I simply shivered At your first touch In the croud of hundred. They say, And keep saying many things, And I keep doubting Their mere existance. For I know one thing When I'll begin believing I'll be nowhere to be seen, For then, I'll be lost in you. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

A poem I wanted to write That would express The beauty And the depth of feeling, And I kept thinking, For a long time. But, can you Really decide and write A thing of heart, For I find it Stupid enough a thought, For no one can Really think and feel Or feel and think And then decide To jot it down. Poem comes to you Yes, it comes To you and makes you write Unless it becomes What it intends to be. So, be a little thoughtless And be as much Senseless as you please, For its then When poem comes to you, You can be sure at it. You can trust me for it, For I have wrote down this one Just this way. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I have fantasied long, Ever since am born, And I thought, I have numerous fantasies, From jumping off the plane, And reaching the summit of everest, To going to the disneyland. Today, I sat down to make a list, Deciding to be honest. And I began, Making a list of my fantasies, That I have had Ever since am born. 'God..' I cried, At the list I made, For, long I had thought Mine are wild fantasies Impossible to attain, And I had only top few, In that catagory. Remaining were the ones I had abstained from Out fear and shame, And of feeling insecure, And childish enough to perfom. You too Sir, Have fantasies, You have fantasied long, Ever since you are born, And you thought they are Impossible to attain, And you did not find time for. To you, sir ! I guarantee, There are many fantasies Waiting for you To leave the fear, And to forget shame. There are many fantasies then Too childish,and too easy to attain, You will know it, And will kn

This early morning today, When was alone, I went ahead On my idea to clean commode, I went determined To accomplish this thrill Though to do it or not Was my will. And then, After last hesitation, I began to clean The dirt I had made. It stung creapy, And with its smell so heavy, I found my lungs burn, 'I can't stop here a moment more' I said to myself, I wanted to run. I kept my arms moving, Determined to accomplish What I had begun, And I went on and on To rub brush hard, On the layer long run. Smell began to subside then, It seemed a bit clean, And I went on and on and on again, Untill it did not shine. Shining it was, When I looked at it, Standing infront Of my accomplishment, And then all of a sudden, I found its shine blur, Because, out of an honest joy, There was a tear in my eye. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Will you love me still my dear, When I will be gone forever, When you will cry out my name in need And behind world's screen I will be hid, Unable to hug you, To soothe you in tears, Careless of your shelter, your food? If for even a question above you nod, Then listen me dear, And listen me clear For am standing infront of God. Do not love me at all When I am gone, Learn to love yourself instead For I love you, And will love you even more Through my soul I left in you, When you will smile When you read this letter, Never shed a single tear, And if You cried Behind me my dear I will never love you ever, I swear. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

My father taught me long back, When I was merely a child, And he could carry me on his back, Like an empty sack, That it is required To be friends with the best, And mannered, and the humble ones, And from foes To keep the hands' distance. Doubtless, he was right, Friends are needed To guide you on the dark path When there's no light, When you meet the internal turmoil, And when with yourself you fight. Alas, that was a half truth, For I have a foe, Who, I believe, is better than a friend, Who does not Show me path in dark, But makes me stay Away from it instead. For, when it comes to the foe, I don't look arond To get help, And decide to strike Alone with all my might, For when it comes to him, I seldom care of my limits, And have only the dezire to beat. For I never forget While moving towards my target, To be most perfect, I know otherwise, He will surpass, And will recklessly drag me back, And thats why I keep toiling hard. T

My heart is there in me Bouncing and pumping as usual, Sound and clear Though I said I have given it To you my dear. I say it For I see world says so, And say it often enough, Its a lie though. This lie is the basic one In the journey called love, I know. Later I wonder, Why they say heart, Why not lung or lymph or eye That too is your part, And I get none in reply, For no one really does know why? And I use it, For this lie works, And works perfect, For I get the same reply, The lie of giving me heart, And then keeping me there, In her heart, Forever. I love to listen These words of heart, And I smile everytime she tells so, For now, I have began To believe This unbelievable lie. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Somd called it fantasy, Some thought fiction, And many said its incredible. I have heard world sing, And sing it often, To buy happiness is only impossible. I bought happiness, Yes, I bought happiness, And bought it from the poorest man, Who sits in the corner of bus stand, A pleasure, It was such an easy hand. Happiness is real cheap, Its in the moment you spared For strangers' laughter, In the food With hungry you shared. And then at the end, When purchase was done, I thought I made quite large a contribution, And thought am real humanatarian, Alas! I was wrong... For I remember, Ever since am born, I have received, And have received a lot Of smiles from the fellow strangers, And the help a numerous times From unknown passers, And Now, My dear, I was making only a return. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Why you? and why not others? I thought of it long, For I have some in view, Who are more fairer, And much lovelier to you, who wave me often, And see deep my eye, And try to still me from you. Seldom do I pay eye, Scarce do I feel, To love and be loved by None but you. I thought it long back, We are made for each other, For you are the one, Who thought the same I thought, And picked the same thing From the bunch of lot. I thought, It was this compatibility That brought and keeps us close, Untill now, When the secret disclosed. Now I know, And am sure of it, It could be anyone else actually, Its no made in heaven thing, You could be replaced, Yes, replaced by someone, Who could keep hunger of my laughter, Who could stand by me, Shielding me from approaching tears, And my childish fears, And the one who could dream of being mine And mine alone, Will be welcome, And will suffice. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Fed up by the nuisance Of this two winged creature, I sat wearily still, Listening its beeeeeee... and bonnnn... Wishing to hear a tune, And to eye some dance, Something I had never done before, I thought there is chance. It beeeed and bonggged, In the centre of my ear for long, And then encircled me Endless times, Unless it felt need to suck Some fluid of me, Revitaling it To encircle me again, And to cheer me up With its beeeeee and booooon.. It beeeeed and beeeeed And then dissapeared, In the vaccuum of second, I thought it gone away then, Though it was away for a moment, I felt free, And smiled plased with me for my patience, Untill I saw it come back in the throng, Enough to teach me, I was wrong, To make this insect an observation, To find for life in the investigation. Thats why, I picked Two sheets of cardboards, And began smashing them, To give them their insignificant end. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I always know You are lying Whenever you do, Still I listen every time And listen honestly, When you say you don't love me, And Am only a friend You share with and care for, To create illusion you please. And I say myself the same Everytime I think of you, And when I feel you beneath, That you are a friend, Only a friend. And I begin to believe The lie you always speak, For that makes you happy, And thats what really matters to me. I am pleased, You don't love, And listen me my dear, Do not love me ever. For I can't really love, You will be hurt And hurt forever, And, hurting you is Something I won't do ever. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I am not as half good as you think, None of your kind, Amidst a ruffian I am, More or less, I think. Still you say, It does not matter. Thats when I shatter, For I know, I am not the half you consider. 'You do not know yourself What You are' You tell me, 'But I know You And know your your heart'. Thats when I start, To think again of me, Of everything you say I have. And I find none diffrent, no new, To make me come back again, Back to you. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Only to soothe myself I thought you don't love me, Yet I know like many others, You do. For I know One day we will be apart forever Never to hear, Never to see each other. For I really do Want you to go away now, So much that you wont Think of me the next moment, Never wishing to see me ever. I don't want love, For I don't really deserve, To be cherished incredulously To be loved to heart. Still it's no late, We can still be strangers, Still its time my dear, Lets go away forever. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Some named me enchanted ; Some called desporate. Hard I tried to go away from you then, I wanted to separate. And that's when I knew ; I can't separate me From you. It's tedious indeed To try going away, To listen world speak With diffrent name everytime;everyday. And still wishing to see you On closing eyes everynight. And on parting lashes at dawn. Sometimes I think its love That makes me do it, Sometimes I think its Simply a habit. And then, I try again To go away, To live you behind Alone in your world. But I simply cant do This simple thing, Of thinking of myself alone And to stop loving you, And then love myself alone. It took time, A long time to make me know There's no way Than to love you And keep loving you As long as I can. Its my love afterall, Forbidden though. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Can you be truly insane? Can you? So much that you won't cry Looking into your fathers wet eye. And will bid farewell with token of smile When your most beloved one Will say final goodbye. Can you smile with pals When sure you are Of breaking of birth relation, And can you smile still When not blood Flows in you tension. Can you ? If you can; Be my mentor. Teach me to laugh loud Forgetting every fear, And to speak truth without stutter. And above anything Teach me one thing, Not to think of the distant land I have forbidden long And live where I am With full attention. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I was wrong And was wrong indeed To link love to lust, To the beuty of skin, And the need. For love really is liberty Of assumption, Of barriers, And of limits of the world. For I see love, Yes, I see love Clear like the pole star, In the shine of her eyes, In the whisper of my name, And in the warmth of her palm, Passing with her touch. For I don't really see beauty, Standing infront of mirror, Amidst handsome pals, And found in me numerous error. Here I am Residing in her heart, Smiling with a throb. There I live free Of assumption, Of worries, And of fear of loss. For I see love there, Clear like a pole star, Free of lust, Of beauty of skin, And of any need, I see it clear and still. And you ? -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Its of the skin I am speaking; Of lust, Less of love; And lesser still of heart, emotions and feeling. For Your skin is Something so mesmarizing; I touch it and am lost; Drowning me within. Your skin. Nothing else. Its of lust I am speaking, Of your skin, That drowns me within; Its something no new to me, I have felt it before, A numerous times ; Of diffrent skins, Increasing each time, Of varying intensities. Its of the impulse am speaking, With the first touch Of Your skin; Drowning me within, Never letting me out, To touch other skin, To try feeling something ; Though I thought You least arresting. Still its something, Of diffrent aroma, And of mesmarizing, You know what am speaking, Do you? By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Do you know how it feels When you are hated, To be there Where you are thought unwanted ? Do you? I do. I have felt it, And have felt so strong A hatred That my heart got numb. And an anger, Making me dumb. I have felt it. And have felt it strong. To be hated, Is so evil, You are showered with hatred Though you are best civil. Be it a quest or not, You want to try, And hard again, You are loved untill. Hard I tried, To be loved, Why, I didn't understand. And when it's over I laughed, It was one hate I could not stand. I was born though, In the loving land. Strange it was indeed, To try being loved, To laugh to remove grin, The feeling I did never concern. It's then I learnt, The need to be loved. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I need someone, I truly do. Anyone can take this place, I just need someone. Anyone would suffice. My heart has got heavy, I need him to speak with. I want to ease up with him, And to laugh with. And above all, In the silence of my place, I want someone to seat with. I just need someone, Anyone would suffice. I need someone who could listen and not just speak, Who could giggle aloud carelessly, And smile at the descending rains, Who could pat my head on dull evenings, And tell me when to sleep. I just need someone, Anyone would suffice. I am normal, I want him to be normal. Not so adamant, not weak, Who has heart that feels, And the hands ready to give away smiles. I just need someone, And anyone would suffice. I am searching still, Still I have found none, I found some superior, full of self. And still some needing someone on their behalf. But still I have not found that one normal, Who can smile carelessly, And who can give away more easily

In the corner of my place I kept a dustbin. A dustbin, To keep my place clean. But it was there in the corner Holding what I desliked, Reminding me, though unseen Dust is there. I threw it away then, Felt peace at my true shiny place, Thought durt was over, And the next dawn I found more. Its amusing indeed, How simply settles dust, How rots eatable, metals rust. And, amusing still is the way to clean, Need to clean time and again, And again the next dawn, You cant be mean. See, my dear, there's a dustbin, Thats where lies the secret of smile, In the corner of your heart, Go. Peep into it for a while. Empty it, If you find it filled. And, if its empty still, Its time for you to take a broom, And begin to clean. Through in it your pain and weary thoughts, And dump them away in distant terrain. And do it again, And again still Before you sleep every night, And when you wake at dawn. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Why? Times and again I asked, I am asking still, Still I don't learn Why it happened? It just happened, I could not control. I stood dumbstruk eyeing it, Every nightfall I see it happen. I seldom sleep, Seldom do smile. Dark feels me lung, I run, I hide, As long I could, Still I run, Untill am fed of haunting. Then I stopped one day, To eye my foe, And puzzled I saw none, I was running long though. I took a breath then, And then I knew. The dark had passed long back, I ran from none. The fear was gone then, I stopped to breath still, I had nothing to fear now, But me. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I woke to see lights peeping throgh, I thought it was dawn, I walked out throwing away sleep; Alas, I was wrong. I was awake, Could not go put myself back, Though only moonlight it was, I moved as if it was daybreak stark. I wanted go walk in sun now, So long I had slept in dark. It was night I saw with naked eye, I wanted to bath in sun. I saw me sink in trance, I saw daylight break infront. Amused, I was living to wish, Soon believed it true. Alas,so bright be night Cant be clear to daylight. Hard you can fight To prove your illusion right. Its still an illusion, An illusion. My illusion. It took time before I knew, It was Only illusion I nourished, To run in park, To hide from dark. It was illusion still. An illusion. My illusion. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

There's a lake in the distant land, Small, soked in harmony, A peaceful land. Away from speed and cries, And dust and pain. I want to go there, To see sun dawn on the foggy screen, To see creeper climb the tree, To see drop descending leaf. Its a new hope, I want to be there. To see the sight, I dreamed it only forthnight. What if there's nothing, And only a dream it was, I fear. Wishing to be there where no one had been, Its my dream afterall, My dream. In despair it can't fail. I swear. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Sometimes while missing you, What I am missing I really do not understand. Then I miss you even more Untill my head runs blank. Still I miss You. Sometimes your smile, Sometimes your voice, But when alone You are the choice. Then I think, Maybe thats why I love you. To feel comfort at heart, And smile at your thought. I tug at your hand all day long, And miss You still when we part. I miss you not only at smile, miss you when I weep, And still miss missing you When I sleep. Never I am sure why I miss You, And why am in love. But I love to miss You And want to miss forever. I miss you so That I miss myself sometimes. Lost in your thoughts, Lose grip on myself sometimes, Sometimes face loss, Sometimes it hurts. But, Still I miss you, And miss missing you When I sleep -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

In the rapt admiration you were, Listening me speak, Wishing to listen forever. I kept on speaking, A bit wise I am, I started thinking. And to tell you more, I ran through reading. 'I know a lot' Seldom did I thought, You listened me for years, The things I sought. Once I did think of you darling, Who wanted to listen Me speaking. Then I asked, why? Why so diffrent you are? world cries to speak, And listener you are. 'Now or later', she spoke 'A blow fate will make, Perish we will, perish our worlds, Then, in silence of sepulchre I will listen your words. Don't ask now, why? I can't say in words. Why it is? I hope you know.' And I Knew. I knew, why? Why You listened? I speak. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

There are many Who can sleep, And sleep whole days and nights long. Who can yawn after meals, And not wake to see dawn. But, I can't. I can't sleep. How cool they seem, How carefree, Faces devour peace, Limbs thrown at liberty, I see them sleep; feeling jealousy,Feeling lost. But still, I can't. I can't sleep. It is not that so busy I am, Not I am sick. Only a little lonely, Who couldn't speak, Who can't forget past, I am that weak. So weary it is, To see pals smile, From that lonely pile, To see them cry, When you failled each try. The silence is enough already, Enough is pain. I want to speak now, Want to clear the stagnant thought, Want to weep once, Want to ease my heart. In peace I want to take a shower. I want to sleep now, Better late than never. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

So, sorry you are. Sorry you hurt me. Don't you? Sorry I too am dear me. Sorry, You really did not understand. Voices I heard all those days, I cried in pain. It was You, They perished you came when. It was you always, Always you. Don't you know? It was then, Me temple burst of stress, It soothed to peace dear me, You came when. I cried now too, In peace of affection. And still you are sorry, Don't you? Think, you really hurt, Hurt my heart. It's simply not possible Dear Me, Not possible you ever hurting me. If ever hurt I am, Its I wont understand when. I'll be sorry then. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I know, You are thinking of me, When you do not want, Weary is your thought. I know, You want to speak with me, to tell how you are, And you do not find words. Helpless You are. I know, Feelings have got numb now, You cannot see clear whats infront;Feeling lost, Frightened you are. I know My Dear,Why it is, Thinking of me to be perfect To listen you speak To soothe your heart, To say in love you are. Do know this my dear, I too am in the same fix, Have got things to say, Want to listen you speak And, my dear, Do not think its love, It's addicted we are. I know. Trust me. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Now, I think, its clear, Why didn't I see You O'dear? Why dreamed of You waking, Why tempted You to cheer? Why I smiled at pleasures thy, Why studied You, my dear, like a spy? Did you ever think Why? Away though, kept You nigh, Seeing the full moon sky. Did You really ever think? Why? Did You? Think now My dear,If not earlier, Think. not just give a thought, Think not only of why, Think why not. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

The tree of success is there, On the other side of stream. I stood there on bank, Listening the sound at extreme. 'never I would make' in the first step I felt, 'But will cross; can't see me Failled'. So less sure I was of it's speed, Slipped my feet, Nothing to hold in need. Again I looked to the tree, Subsided the fear,got my breath. I wanted to stop now, To feel the breeze on my chest. In the centre of stream, I wanted to rest. And I stopped, Losing aim to ease. Alas ! could not enjoy it to heart, In instant I found it seize. Life really is strange, It shows path, and tests at each step in exchange. But I can't stop. Can't lose the eye on tree. I can't stop. Not now. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

There, savouring the beauty of dusk, Knees deep in blue, At river-bank I sat, Motions seized, seized thoughts as peace grew. 'Snake !' I cried; harmless it was I knew, Retreated, across the sand we flew. Eloped to nothing as it came, Still to the harmless creature stones I threw. It was then what fear is I knew. Fear, My Dear, is no natural, No existance it has. A creation of temple, It's only in thoughts. Age I spent fighting the fright, Till the victory was outright. You control It;either It controls you. Once learnt Its secret O'dear, Learnt illusion It is; how futile, It has, then, no power on you. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Is this love ? I miss You all day long. Alone I walk in crowd, Feeling You along. I miss You all my time, And wish to miss You still. I spend days,Wishing night to fall when I meet You. And when I see You..there is chill. I whisper Your name O'dear, And feel You with me besides. I don't turn my gaze..I don't move. Fearing You would dissolve, I don't understand how. I really want O'dear, To love You, To Hold your hand when We walk. To save every word in heart when You talk. Puzzled I am now, Puzzled I awake nights long. Puzzled Your words I hear. Stirred my heart is,its no clear. What It is? Will You tell me My Dear? -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Don't doubt me O'Dear, don't ask. You see me through..I know, Only see me masked. Be clear what I seek, Be clear me wish, Keep it in heart O'dear, Don't you speak. You miss me too..Dear I know, In loneliness with me You too speak. With me besides..keep It wrapped, Don't You show. O'dear, Flowing water is my heart, Clean though,hard it is to see through. Lets walk together now, Lets keep our pace. Learns heart often wrong in hurry, Lets wait. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Such a easy thing it seemed, I felt so smart. My pal was wrong, I suggeated, falling pray to my heart. Not to late it was.. I felt sorry soon. Assault I faced, Cushed was my wish, Thrown my advice apart. Fool I was indeed, Indeed weak. To feel strong by suggesting, Feeling smart. So hurt I felt now,So flat. Residue stayed at base, evaporated feeling smart. Experiance gained after striking my head, Piercing my heart. Word be out when need be, Not at start. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Once fear there was, Once there was pain. I saw them vanish,as you came. Still they come meet me in dark, You were there in me heart,It was vain. Once in dilemma I was, once I found you lost. Once sank in past,I cried aghast. I will pour You out, With each tear I thought. Purified You are now instead, increased my love, how wrong I was. No matter how far You are O My Dear, No matter where You are. Need You are to me living now, With You in me,peace is there,smiles my heart. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I thought of you my dear Tonight when I woke. In the silence of room, With you I spoke. You were not there to hear me, I always knew. I knew so well Wont you smile at me But I heard you knuckle; my love grew. Why My Dear so sweet you are Why caress me in dark Why I hear You in absence But I don't start. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Pleasure is to be with you, Joy it is to see the same standing besides. Don't hug me O'dear, Don't hold my hand in hand. Allow me to be with You where You stand. A step I take with You,it seems me a mile. Vouyage it feels when i return; Though it was a while. Hurt I am, You don't love me, Hurt You never saw my heart, Thats your smile O'dear, Still I am not broken apart. By-vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Something I missed today. Something I craved for, Something very dear, close to heart. Some voice kept humming in me, Who's it was- I never knew? My dear, was that you ? -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

I stood there. Freezed. Though amidst a storm, fixed. A gale blew in ear. Unmoved. Your hand I had in hand, that soothed. I was at peace, i saw years pass by, Besides you. All went pleased, unless that one bliss blew. Still transfixed to my root, I stood, Watching your palm slip from me,last I moved. Ears burned now with the small breeze, Without you besides, I held steadfast, Not know to spend next moment. Aghast. By- Vinod

Going away from you, o dear, I can't dare dream it a moment. Stuttering with you,Crawling with joy, With you by my side, My soul is utterly content -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

------ TULA MAHIT AHE NA ------- Ayushyachya valanavar, ekatach chalayla,tharav lay khar pan japlay hrudayat tula, tula mahit ahe na? rahun dur tujhyahun. sampalay prem,ni natahi sampalay pan visarlo nahiye ajun tula, tula mahit ahe na? paath valaviliy tujhyakade, ata disat nahis tu pan ahes manat ajunahi tashich, tula mahit ahe na? aslo tujhyahun dur jari jari chalat aslo ekta tari prem rahil tujhyavarach, tula mahit ahe na? by-vinod --

Kshanat athvun gel sagal, Antaksharit tujh khulun hasn, Aikun awaz, manatal olakhan.. Jinkanyachi odh tujhi, Tujhyasathi majh haran.. Tharvil hot, vahu dyaych nahi tula, Pan nakalat anavar jhalis tu Dolyatun vahun, Aathvanint nhavun, Nazaresamor dislis tu.. Nustach yaad karun basloy tula.. Nahiyes tu tar kasalach nahiye jivhala. Cigarette'cha naav aikla, An tu athvalis, Majhya manat,kuthetari rutaleli.. Kshanat khush jhalo, Manat tu hasu laglis.. Kasa sangu kadhi kadhi athvlis tu, Dolyant dislis tu Hokarat-nakarat, Balachya shabdat, waryachya ganyat, Disalis tu. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Achanak,jag khup chota jhalay Sagarat andharachya..astitv majhahi adrashy jhalay Vatatay kshanat koslel akash, Aaj,rasta sampun jail vatatay Swair sutloy dhavat mi..ekantat ya, Shodhat ek najar. Awaz detoy,mahit nahi kevapasun, Ek sparshasathi tya,Vanavyat ya. Ata vatatay ek zuluk hi jail gheun saath mala, Milel ka nazar ti,thaauk nahi, Vatatay sampnar nahich kadhi andhar ha, Jhala jari shevat asach jeevnacha, Ekda pahije 'ti' nazar mala -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

- - - BADALALELE ARTH - - - Eka kshanatach badalal saar, Kshanatach mann ulagadala. Mitla bhayaan andhar, Lakkh prakash jhala. Samajal aata, Hota ek bhas to..dhavalo jya mage mi, Nakalat..alagad, eka swapnamage..Bharkatlela mi.. Eka Kshanatach Arth badlale saare. Ulagadal kod, Bhed kalale saare.. Ata,mage pahata yenar nahi. Bhasachya dohat tya..punha shirta yenar nahi. Hota prem jo, gela tohi varyasange, Ata kahich ural nahi.. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

long settled dust, With overprinted foot on it,flung up high. Slow though; that room close long back, With you, now looked to sky.. Those weary walls, Bathe in new glare,forgetting old marks Now,found a smily strike.. Bringing new air there you are, Cleaning windowseal, I could see falling star.. Every net remove, all dust down,Ready to threw off.. Thogh dim; entering the new rays, sailing in life, with smiling heart, Here goes the heart Towards new start.. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Mhantat melyanantar manus tara banato, Taryant mala shodhu nako... Parat yen mala jamnar nahi kahi, Jagat mala moju nako., Mahit ahe he tulahi..mala visaran shakya nahi, Visarnyacha dhyas dharu nako.. Ahe manachya eka koparyat mi, Shodhat firu nako.. Astitv majha nahi kalanar kunala, Fakt mala ni tujhya shwasala.. Haluwar kar band dole.. sapden tula.. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

To grab that dream I ran in dark. For life it seemed, It was never far apart. To see it come alive Never did I rest in slumber. Kept chasing to the end Now the dawn poured clear. When stood at the verge Moments stopped running, Stark silence,I heard blood flowing. Spreading palm to grab the time I lived that dream. Now,Gone was the cause to run. Time stopped, remained nothing to be done. Soon in despair, I cried. Down ran the tear, To run again in dark. Feared my heart, Missed that fearful scream. Now,crept in, the need of new dream. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Char shabdat gunfayla tula kay harkat ahe, Kalpanetach ka asena, thodas janayla tula..kay harkat ahe.. Kshanokshani tadafaycha traga hotoy ata.. Char kshan tujhya athvanint nijayla..kay harkat ahe. Manat kahitari gheun firtoy mi Rojach thod-thod martoy mi.. Tujhyasange anandat char kshan jagayla kay harkat ahe.. Athvat nahi ata,kuthun nighalo hoto.. Dukhat 'tya' mi hasayla bhulalo hoto.. Tu alis tar punha hasayla shikto ahe, Naslis saath tu jari, Sahavasat tujhya,2 paaul chalayla kay harkat ahe.. -- regards: Vinod Jadhav

Time moved on and so does life. I wore smile yesterday,today am crying. That day was green,full of sunshine Passed so quickly in no time. Today is dull, full of cries Neither does sun;nor moon shines. Worth missing is ur touch Worth missing is thy light. When living in your eyes, Worth missing is that day bright.. Now that that day is gone, Gone is that smile. Missing that air..in the new search, Am in exile.. Sunken in gloom, Searching for the new start.. Filling that empty room, Without you..though life is far apart. Now moving all the time for small reasons to smile, A dream to cheer for, & Away from you..the reason to live for. By-vinod