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