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

I wont complain, Though I so much want to, For the predicament am found in Is but the fruit of what I do. It's always easy to point finger And equally unwise; For it grows what you've sown Please don't surprise. But do one thing, my dear pal, For your future bright, Stop complaining, roll your sleeves, Stand up straight, and fight. For thats what you should do. To bring upon the change; Because to complain is feeble's game And it's vain. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

How I love thee ? Let me put in words. I've loved thee and Each day I wake up To love thee even more. How much I love thee ? Let me think for a while before I reply. I love thee not an ounce less Than I love to breath, And offcourse, my heartbit. How long will I love thee ? Let me dodge this question please. I love thee And thats all I really know, And I shall keep loving thee well after my death, If Almighty permits. By-Vinod

For the long hours We sit silent at our place, Dumb and deaf, As if steadfast in chains, And scream at loud voice And give large applauses Once we reach into the toilets My pals say it's the place Where the feel wild and free, And strong enough to speak Which lecturer is fool, And whom they like. We speak the funny sentences, And tease each other With girls' names And laugh loud enough To cross it's doors; Inside the toilets. Once we go out, We put chains on our spirits again, And make mental notes To return back to this safe place again, And we grow sadder and pale As we go away From the safe heaven In our tiresome college; The toilet.

I saw a stranger drunkard Falling in roadside grass One summer evening As I walked back from evening walk. 'Need help?', I asked. And he extended his soilly palm, I grasped it And walked with him a mile Supporting all along. 'I'll get him to his home.' I was determined to do so. And held his soilly body Smelling of alcohol At a distance from my clean clothes. It seemed he had All the time in the world, For he walked luxuriously, Talked of inherited riches, Of his successful sons, And of course,My kind heart and innocence. Then he stopped, "I do not want to go home" he said. I was done helping; I left him on his own, And as I turned my back I heard him cursing me from behind. By-Vinod

As we grow up We do not call each other With our childhood names; We call ourselves, instead, With the names of popular actors, The biggest billionaires, And with the synonyms of kings. There, deep within our souls, We know the truth That we are no more close these days, And the reason Is the burden to chose The newer, better names, And the thirst quenching words of praise. Now, I feel, the moment has come To throw away The shackles of pretendance, And stop giving stupid names To our closest friends. I better start with myself. By-Vinod

: She was'nt so handsome, Neither too busty of figure, But had a confidence in her stride; And a search in her eyes; That soon I presumed, She was a call girl Searching partner for the night. She walked slowly to me, And did wait with patience, For me to speak with her And to declair my bait. Then she asked me the time, And I bleakly said, nine. She waited again on me, And I just could not meet her eyes, Untill she turned flaunting her smile And walked away in style, Carelessly saying 'Fine.' By- Vinod

I have got a tiger, Yes, a tiger! With large, red, beautiful eyes, Who speaks with me; Speaks, and not roars, Of love, passion, and life. And when am confused, He smiles; through his staring eyes. The loving, beautiful tiger; In his eternal youth, I've kept it safe, wrapped in my book. Please do not confuse, This tiger is but An elegant caricature By the love of my life. Who speaks of love, Passion and life, And when am confused, It smiles. By-Vinod Regards:Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Here on the deserted bus stop I sit, Alone; Surrounded by beggars and thieves. And I sit and sit for hours at stretch, Alone, Surrounded by beggars and thieves, Disguissing myself of being one of them. I succeed most times In most of eyes That pass the deserted stop, For I've learnt To stare deep through their souls, To speak as my wit, And to be rude sometimes. And then as soon I dipart Away from the deserted stop, Am soon transformed Into the world I belong; The world full of actors, Of hidden crooks and false pals Where I too act along. And soon am oblidged To return again to the deserted stop. By-Vinod

I am a sinner I live with shadows, Cramped hard in dungeon, With melancholy silence And with my ugly truth. It's hard to face the world now, It's hard replying numerous mouths; And so, here I am left in dark To face my own shouts. I shout in here, Amidst melancholy silence And pray to Almighty sometimes; I need solace, And thats all I ask for, Neither pity, nor favour. It seems, I have been here forever Locked in silence for my sins, To face my truth alone, With no hope to see the sun again, And to die infinite deaths, Before the real execution. By-Vinod

On a sleepless night I have left bed And now am seating in a verandah All alone. I wonder, what really have I earned In my life,Am so proud of That will ensure that Someone sits besides me On a night as such. There are loved ones out there, I know, The childhood friends, Some girlfriends, And family offcourse. I have walked alone quite too far, And now how to return I don't know. But, I wonder, there should have been someone, Who would've sat besides me,here; A loving, and caring person, For whom my sleep really mattered. But the long abandoned ones Will never really know, About my situation, I wish, I had always walked along with them. By-Vinod

You think a lot Before you post it, And proceed to think a lot more About the correct sentences, Dual-meaning aspects, And privacy issues. Sure enough you get likes- One or two For any foolish post, And even hundreds of them If you are truly in the air these days. But, please pay attention, my dear pal To what I've got to tell- NOBODY CARES. By-Vinod

Where were you, I asked myself, The last forthnight? And funnily enough, I've the answer I was trapped in a matrix Formed of thin walls Of hatred, dillemma, And wordless pain. Where for every moment I spent I lost a part of myself, Forever. And I knew, I just knew The way backwards Towards the world I belong to. And I could not take That one easy step, For too long. I don't know why, Why I lingered there In that silent matrix Formed of thin walls Of hatred, dillemma And wordless pain. I don't know. By- Vinod

There are some who claim That they are in love With someone, And go on to say It's true one, this time. Because, they reason, her voice Mesmarises them, And her smile simply takes them To the paradise. They agree to the fact That they'd been attracted Towards someone else before, And it's only this time That they have felt The spark of true love. To all these experts I call fools; Because I know True love doesn't exist. What exists is hunger, need and lust. That's all. By-Vinod

I did stand Two hours long, To offer a seat to a lady. I am still standing Holding a bar with single hand. Happily. Its about me, Whats your share of goodness? By-Vinod

Who is she? Pals ask to me, Whom, we see you worship Like a devotee. I do not wish to argue For there is no conflict in me, But as my pals raise loads of doubts Sometimes I start wondering too, Who is she? And I never understand. I simply love her, And that's the way it is. By-Vinod

Kadhi tujhya aathvanint Aikato gaani tujhya pasantichi, Kadhi tula bolnyas hoto kasavis jeev Kadhi kadhi dolyant asav deun jato. Kadhi vatat ekatahi baray mi, Kadhi ekatach khush asto Pan, nehami mahiti ast Te hasnach khot ast Jeva tu nahi sobat Hasanyat hasya nast. Vatat yaav tujhyakade Sarv sodun, Sari bandhan todun, Pan mahitiye mala, Shiksha milaliye mala Jaganyachi tula sodun. By-Vinod

Old Cats and Dogs Say so many things; Some good, some bad, Some baseless and foolish, And some truly reaching to heart. Not that their barking Pulls fear hidden in my heart, But they say, And say so many things; My heart goes aghast. It needs patience, Hardcore patience, To be able to keep cool, And listen. Because I know, I am going to be a real bad Dog When I get old. By-Vinod

When I was kid I thought drinking is bad And then as i grew up Drinking was first addiction I had. I still remember How I despised my father When He smoked in the hall And the smoke was enough To fill my childhood with terror, And as it followed Am now a hardcore smoker. It was the same trend I figure With love and other addictions. And I have them all Which I once fathomed to be grewsome. I guess, death will be the next stage. By-Vinod

I know what you think of me. And, my beloved one, am aware too Of what you consider me to be. Let me confess to you the truth That I feel bored sometimes, Sometimes past memories raise Bile up in my throat. And that sometimes I feel alone, Hollow and empty deep within me To the depth of my soul. Am not as strong as I show up to be, I cry in loneliness; and sometimes, Let me put it in honest words, I feel like blowing out my brain. But, then again, When I stand infront of you I get into the role Of strong and cheerful lad. Perfectly. Then when you turn around To leave me back again, I come up with some reason To spend some more time with you, To predent again That am strong and cheerful In a bid to justify myself. But, as soon as your Image fades down the corner, I realise one again, That I've failled. And I make a call to you Pretending to check Whether you reached your place safe. By-Vinod

I intimidate sometimes And seldom doubt upon my words. 'Life is a beautiful thing; The most beautiful thing.' I claim. And then I see some of my pals Raising their hand, Doubting my judgement, saying 'Life, is not as easy, my dear friend, As you claim.' And I don't give a damn; Don't care to reply back in argument. Since they claim, Life maybe tough for them. And ,still, never have dawned a day When I did not chant That Life is a beautiful thing Ever since am born; And, indeed it has been that way. Maybe because I say. Maybe. I don't know. By-Vinod

Let me think of it for a while, Let me analyse, And I'll tell you why, Why do I do, What I do quite often in my life. I lie in general, my dear, Because there are No many things to lie about In my steadier life. And let me tell you the truth, The plain past of mine, I do despice. Let me tell you too, I do really like To do heroic things. Alas, I've lost a chance or few, And in a futile trial I do try to mend them now, People name it 'lying'. And now one last thing, Let me confess this too, That I speak spicy lies sometimes, Which, more often than not, Turn me the villain of my story; And strangely enought, I become happy. Now, please, don't ask me Why I do this. For, this I don't know myself; Am not lying. By-Vinod

Can you open your mouth and say these words, 'My dear friend I need your help.' You know quite too well, he'll agree. But, can you really speak those words, With sincere endearment. Can you? Can you go to your papa and tell That you're sorry; you've failled. You know very well he'll not be angry, But can you really summon up courage, And speak those words. Can you? You know you'd been wrong And it's only for that reason You've kept distance from your beloved one. You know very well She will forgive you before you complete your sentence. But, can you really be strong And mend your mistakes, Without losing your chance. Like a man should do. Can you? By-Vinod

Seating idle amidst the crowd Of my fellow aquaintances I prefer to observe them smile, Stealing looks at beautiful ladies And talking in murmurs About their alleged girlfriends, and wives. Am smart; I don't speak, I listen their smallest whispers, and notice. By-Vinod

Am sure you do understand, Petty things happening upon the land, For it's obvious paradox Taking place down here; Anyone can notice. And then, my beloved child, you too get caught, In a similar earthly fix By opening your mouth, Reducing the strength Of mystery surrounding human kind. Let life remain a mystery And live each moment with surprise, Than peeping onto it Through human eyes. By-Vinod

Listening to the sermans, and songs With deeper meanings, And reading the novels, plays, and poems With bigger teachings, You find yourself one step ahead in the race In the understanding of life. You move on the roads, Fearless and free, Untouched of human trifles, Smiling at sad people, For they do not know How easy is life, And how to be happy,you think. Don't claim please, That you have spent your time Among people of distant places, Of diffrent castes and classes, Among rich and poor, And of diffrent ages; Children and aged ones, Among those speaking diffrent tongues. Why? You ask me, Because then comes the day, When all your understanding Is washed away, And all you are left away with Is a big surprise. Then, perhaps then, You'll understand that Life is but a mystery, And in trying to understand it You've wasted your time. By-Vinod

My beloved pal, I do see Why do you grieve, For I had been there On the opposite end of table At times you lamented Over the cruel past, And unsure future. I know you cry often In my absense too, When you are done With days schedule. The reservoir of tears Doesn't just empty. And you continue lamenting Like a naughty baby. Am not mocking please, Baby you are indeed, For you look around Quite too much, And wish for things That make others happy, And you cling onto them forever, Without them unhappy. You are foolhardy too, For you cling onto your past Which has ceased existing Long back. And then the next day we meet, You greet me with a sad story, As proceed to lament Over the last day you spent. Better, I suggest, be in present. 'cause am going to stop Being sorry for you. By-Vinod

My dear Scarlet, I saw in your eyes The love I always wanted to see; For me. Unlike other days, You declared your feelings, In words. And am damned, I have drowned empty; I can't kiss thee. I won't explain, whys and hows, I won't say, I love You too, For the love I felt is gone now; Gone with the wind. By-Vinod

I always felt That heart doesn't really grieve, For it is but an organ Which pumps blood into body; And has no emotions. Alas! I was wrong, For tonight I felt An ache in my heart When your photos were deteted From my cell. And then I felt Mind being numb, Breathing almost a struggle, And drops flew down my cheeks, In a cloudless rain, Though only for a moment. I put my palm on my heart then, And became silent, For it too had become Silent. By-Vinod

I attempt a call to you; Everyday. Everyday I receive the same answer, That your cell is swtched of, I should try calling later. I follow the suggestion And in reply receive same answer; Everyday. As days pass on, I get to be more impatient, More anxious to speak to you, And my earthly love, I feel, Goes on getting stronger; Everyday. It's our everyday love-story, I know you too have been through, The same stage. By-Vinod

I know the obvious truth About our love-affair, And I know too The grounds on which it is Flowing like a founting. Don't be stressed pleased, Its not you am targetting, But these are the words Meant purely To awaken my sleeping conscience. Lets come out open, And embrace the obvious truth As we embrace our bodies, The Truth that all we love In our alleged love-affair Lust is the biggest thing. By-Vinod

It does not matter Who the Girl is, What matters to me, Is with me she speaks. I can laugh with her At her silly jokes And blunder mistakes, And would hurry too, To wipe her meagre tears. I remember their birthdays And call them at exact clock, And gift them the rare poster, Or sometimes designer wallclock. Do not think please That am being cheap, Or stretching the fact, Perhaps, thats the way we boys are; I think. No wonder there are exceptions. By-Vinod

Its not the drink, That made me miss you, Its the hangover instead, I get into; without you. Am not a big lover, Nor I am drunk, But remember me instead, As a good friend; not as a lover. By-Vinod

It's a wonder indeed, I miss you more And more with each passing day And am not in need. There I miss you In my sleep, And I know you were there In my forgotten dreams. Why? Because when I opened my eyes this morning, I was smiling. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's a wonder indeed, I miss you more And more with each passing day And am not in need. There I miss you In my sleep, And I know you were there In my forgotten dreams. Why? Because when I opened my eyes this morning, I was smiling. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Do not blame me,please, If you find my claims untrue, For it's what I've felt, 've got no thing to prove. For I have been trying, And trying for too long, For, indeed, it's not too easy, Trust me, to be determined, And change your attitude, And take the pen and paper, And read. But am truly determined this time. That's all. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I know how the heart grieves, For I have had my share Of taste of despair, And have tasted faillure Of strength and desire. And, I've learnt, Never does the heart Grieve too much, Than when your own words Turn treacherous, And convey your weakness For strength and honor, And your greed Born of earthly desire. And then heart bleeds for sure, And is broken into shreds, When you lose The touch of humility, And pathetically, The info comes to your ears. O, my heart, Do be humble, amiable, And a lot more sport. Learn to accpet denial, faillure, And be unanimous with them. And learn to forget things That do no harm Than griving over them. And if you can't do this all; Let me suggest you, my boy, Learn to cry. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Someone made of flesh and bones Wants someone else In flesh and bones. And wants the same person In flesh and bones For the whole life, Untill the flesh sheds away And bone breaks weak. They call it love In flesh and blood, And believe it To be more than just flesh and bones But an energy That sweeps them together. The pair of flesh and bones Grow together And share same space And feel to be the single In flesh and bone, And they try to mix together. And they try to become one, Which the flesh and bones do not permit. They call it immortal, They they are sure It will shade away As shades the flesh With growing age, And will be lost forever Once the bones go underneath. They all know the truth; Still they believe, And they live. For love that doesn't exist. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's not the same anymore, Nor is it so fascinating; As is used to be. The masquerade is over it seems; I can see who you are, And you can see me. It was, perhaps, Only an illusion of time, Not so serius an affair. We were strangers before, And have turned strangers again; That was what, perhaps, We were meant to be. It doesn't hurt anymore, Nor does my heart Wish the pleasant illusion. Anymore. And am happy the illusion faded away, Naturally, Without hearts being sore. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It happens usually In theatres, cafes and classrooms; She looks into His eyes And gives a small smile, And She knows She has found her game, In no time. 'How easily they are fooled' she thinks, And when going home She winks. And He finds himself nowhere on earth. He says, 'For my smartness, I've got something.' He knows too, What comes cheap Is lost unnoticed, And he tries to forget Her feminine aroma, Her cute smile and the wink. Never does the parched earth Forgets the touch of first drops, No matter how many floods She sees, Or how many draughts. And the boy waits for her With eternal hope. Happy for once he was loved; Keeps waiting honestly For His first love. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

A great poet you're, You've got great thoughts. I loved and cherished your words, Yet there were some, I cherish couldn't. I gather, you'd say, It's okay my pal, Cherish what favoured you, And leave rest untouched; that's all. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

In a distant town I have rented a two-sharing-room, And for a time being Am to live alone. It has been a day, Many boys did come To check on the room, And still, the one place is vacant. They come and see me, And give me fade smiles, And return to check on more rooms, Never to come back. I know the fault; There is not enough space For two, And the room, partitioned with cardboard, Is least kool. Still the rejection haunts me, Though I know, The fault is not mine. But I fail to believe. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

In a distant town I have rented a two-sharing-room, And for a time being Am to live alone. It has been a day, Many boys did come To check on the room, And still, the one place is vacant. They come and see me, And give me fade smiles, And return to check on more rooms, Never to come back. I know the fault; There is not enough space For two, And the room, partitioned with cardboard, Is least kool. Still the rejection haunts me, Though I know, The fault is not mine. But I fail to believe. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

In a distant town I have rented a two-sharing-room, And for a time being Am to live alone. It has been a day, Many boys did come To check on the room, And still, the one place is vacant. They come and see me, And give me fade smiles, And return to check on more rooms, Never to come back. I know the fault; There is not enough space For two, And the room, partitioned with cardboard, Is least kool. Still the rejection haunts me, Though I know, The fault is not mine. But I fail to believe. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

-- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's no kidding, I have joined classes for GATE, In a far away town, At the best known place. You know am worried, Frightened too, And you know very well, Easily I lose my kool. But, Am here, You ask why? For I know, though whatever happened Between me and thy, You'll bow infront of Him, And pray for me to touch the sky. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Don't sit buckled in your chair; Sit upright. Don't scratch your feet on floor; Try to bring upon peace. Don't pretend to be cool, Don't give needless smiles; Just go to the moment When your courage flamed At it's peak. Keep your feet Flat on the floor, Close your eyes And take couple of deep breaths; You, my dear, Are ready to face anythings, Just say to yourself in one breath ''Yes, I can do it.'' And am sure, you will. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

To be honest, Am feeling restless, And my heart trob grows louder With each passing moment, As am seating here Outside the principal's room, With numerous questions in my mind, For my first ever interview. Somewhere deep inside, I feel, is creeping a disire To leave this stage, And hide away somewhere. I have thought up some replies, For the tricky questions, And have figured too, Of the things to fool around. I turn around And see my fellow competitors, Seemingly much smarter In formal dresses. I introspect. Yes, I do. And I find peace Taking hold over my mind; For, now, I see the light of truth, Illuminating my path. I know, now, Whats going to make effect, Is simplicity, And not momentory smartness, And not full confidence But matters humbleness. And I gear up myself By closing my eyes, And taking two deep breaths, And stand upright to enter; For now it's my turn. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasat

May be not for a century, Or all moments of the lifetime, Or on all the paths I walk By my side; But I can say, and am sure of it, You are mine This moment, In this smile, And are in me like the air I breathed just a while. May be not your company, Or the caress of your palms, Or in the laughters, Or in the tears we shed together; But I know, you are mine, When you hug me, And caress my hairs with right, And when your eyes shine At my smile bright. And I know you'll be mine Forever like blood in vains, For, I know, We've not met to separate. By-Vinod Dedicated to-B.J -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Which colour is this sky ? I can't name it. For I see it To be gray somewhere, Red in the centre, And numerous more colours; Each distinct, Mixed together; inseparably, And glowing happily, This silent summer evening, Raising me high with it. I try to form figures Out of those smiling clouds above; They appear me Like the gathering of Numerous human beings Playing together happily, Dodging one another, Merrily chasing each other, And then mixing To be one; As human kind ought to do. And I bow my head To the setting star With renewed respect and delight. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It hurts when you cry, How much I can't tell. Breathing gets heavy, There begins aching at heart, And feel myself shattering As I get blank; Slowly. An anonymous fear. 'Please tell me whats wrong' I plead. But you don't speak a word. My aching heart Makes loud throbs, While it weaves Anonymous evil tales. I get stark blank, And I plead again, With rare seviority this time, Unless you disclose The reason you did lament. I feel better then, When it's not so big a problem, And make a rush To make you smile; Again. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I am a Dog. I have got senses strong; And I always sense what's wrong With your spirits and your heart. And I try and try To raise you high By licking your palms, And walking on my rears Till you laugh. And I feel happier For my part in your life Like a loyal Dog. I know you don't care To stay merrier. For your petty spirit easily sinks; With smaller losses, And things not so rough. And I do all the things Which I did the previous day; Feeling happier enough On getting bigger chance To serve you With my loyal heart. It becomes tougher and tougher To raise you high now; Your moodswings more frequent. I have learnt Some newer and merrier tricks Like barking in melody, The jhumba dance, Walking on my palms, And jumping like circus Dogs. You are seldom pleased, And I get easily pissed, In trying to make you smile. For all you do these days Is to get sadder and sadder All the time, Look at me with your swollen eyes, And bow down your temp

"These days your smiles seems fake", She said, "It seems that you smile Only for my sake. And to be honest, These smiles hurt More than your silence." I wanted to protest And prove her untrue, But there somewhere in my heart I knew, Pretending infront of The ones you love Makes you look Insane and fool. And so, I dropped my weapons, And kept silence. Perhaps that was the best Thing to do. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You were deliberately silent I do not know why, And were avoiding eye contact with me, And were letting my queries pass by. I did not speak too. Instead I chose To look at the rooster Standing alone amidst the big fowl. And then, for a moment, I felt peace surfacing my soul. I kept looking at the brave rooster Who do not care What it's fowlmates thought And stood alone Breathing the free air. I followed the rooster. I closed my eyes, Let sunrays fall on my face, And took one fresh breath. I felt peace. And thats what matters. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Some days come When all of a sudden We start speaking like good friends And I feel I was wrong about you; Ones again. After a few nice talks, And sharing few funny facts, We lose our tracks And begin our usual fights As iff we are enemys for lives. And I feel I was wrong about you; Ones again. It has been a week now, Since you are speaking nice. And am sure, next morning You'll call me Mice, And will fight with me In our old ugly style. You always if am hurt, And I know, You do think before you chose your words. That's what makes me love this game, And am preparing for the morning next. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Ka vatayeys dur tu jawal astana. vatatay badalalay kahi Nakalatach. nishabd hotayat bhavna. Kay ahe he, mla zara sang na. Hurhurtay mann thodasa, Hotoy shwasahi mushkil jarasa Vatatay vhav punha sarv purvisarakh Hoil ka as punha ? sang na.. Kadhi vatat mi'ch tar nahi na alo nighun pudhe Tandrit majhyach manachya Ki futale fate manatach. Nakalat. Kay karav ata samjena. Tuch sang na. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Some relations Like some vivid colours Fade away in hot sun And the rainy weathers. What remains back On the bare walls, then, Is the reminder That you'll be standing alone In the long run Of earthly years. This immortal truth, Doesn't fade away Nor does it seem old, But stands steadfast In the roaring see Like the glowing lamppost. I believe, You won't cry When you learn this truth Nor will you swoon; A peace will dawn On your soul instead It'll happen soon. Then, I know, you'll smile. For, I smiled too. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

After watching 2-states I thought of writing The story of 2-towns For like the roles in film I too have a love-story And a naughty girlfriend. And I convinsed her To stand strong For her love, And to pursue her parents. I said, 'there is always hope, And Always a chance, If you strongly believe In achieving what you want.' After much thought she said, 'I can't defy my parents. Sorry, I can't.' And I accepted the truth, That every love-story Doesn't meet with the happy end. Honest self submission. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

One fine sunday I went To the nearby orphanage To spend my holiday, And to extend some help. For orphans, I felt, Need lot of help, And put one more zero On my check. Then I entered That small constrained world Of deprieved sprouting childern, And felt pang of pity and pain Taking hold on my mind; They have to bear this world On their own. There were children Of all age From ones with brown moustache To the ones born merely few days. When done watching their tiny dormitory, And discussing the hygien at place, To speak with one, I chose a boy, Of sprouting age. I had no words to express But emotions played their part, And in confused thoughts I managed a pitying glance. That was the moment, I saw pain in his eyes, From what I know of life, Eyes speak no lies. I was taken aback With the shine in his eyes Telling they wanted a hand And not a pitying glance. And then, my dear reader, I extended my hand, And saw his shiny eyes Blurred wit

There is facebook chat, And now has emmerged the Whats App, It's the hub of pals, The philosophers and The ones who can endure Chatting; non-stop. No gloom ever touches them But the down server, And they keep on chatting; Endlessly. Evenly. In celibrations And in national disasters. It's a funny place you see, They post of ethics and rights And all that matters Is the number of views and likes; They don't care effect, they say, It's info that matters in modern times. And they continue doing What they are good at; Chatting. Nothing ever is tough here, No one untouchable, No one is so great. Everyone, no matter who, Struggling actor or a billionaire, Is just a friend. Offcourse, it's a virtual world. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Every saturday evening at 7.45 pm My phone reminder beeps, flashing, Show that you love yourself. I know they say, Money can not buy you smile, Love or health. But I gather my wallet And set out of my place In my most expensive dress. To buy myself The shirt I wanted to buy Couple of months back And for lack of funds Had given up thought. Or an expensive chocklate Which I always fantasied but never ate. Then when I go back to my place, I look into the mirror And shout out in rage, 'I love myself.' By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

'It's too much !!', they exclaim, 'You have written 208 poems.' And then they question, 'Why do you write so much? There must be a reason.' I start counting then, What I have achieved From writing my poems, To be honest, I gather no specific reason. Am a common person Who happens to write poems On the emotions, On life and inspiration. And who has no great plans Like changing the world, And creating a new generation. So, don't count numbers, Go for reading poems instead, For, I believe, To raise the tree of life, What I have given you Is just a seed. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There by the side of a stream, I use to seat every evening. It's where I wish To dump all my worries, And for a moment, be free. I go there To the silent stream Lazily on my personal vehicle, And settle myself comfortably On the rocky chair. And habitually my phone rings. Everyday a new caller, Sometimes old friend, Sometimes my parents, And sometimes my girlfriend. I speak to them. Lazily, As I watch sun set down. And when done with call, Open my browser For some stupid reason. I remind myself then, That I have come there To attain peace And catch some breeze. It's then, I dump my cellphone, Back to it's place, And concentrate On the beautiful sunset. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Who is insulted, My dear friend, I dont see, When you insult your girlfriend In front of me. Don't mind me please, Am not intruding. It's your loud voice instead Which reveals every word you speak. But, let me say, my dear pal You have got a graceful style. For you do it in large pool of your aquaintances, And prefer the best obscene words possible, And use them in busy surroundings. Now, I feel, You have crossed all the limits, By calling her a whore, And, I see, you are proud That it's a big addition to your score. Let me be honest, I know what you think. When you use all those obscene words And your pride multiplies. But let me tell you beforehand, My dear pal, That I feel insulted too, When I remind myself That am friend to you Who thinks insulting girlfriend is cool. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Am in a train And the train has begun to run. I stretch my hands Desperately towards you, But I cant catch your fingertips And I see you slip away From my life With my naked eye. And suddenly It feels everything is blank, Colourless, Harming and fake. I begin to panic then, Desperately, I stretch my hands longer And longer still, And cry for you At highest of my pitch. But I see you giving away hope, I know, then, That it's the moment of judgement, And I jump down From the speeding train. And then when I wake up, I find myself Soaked in sweat, Breathing heavily, Screaming in my bed. I learn then It's just a nightmare; And that Living without you Would be a dangerous affair. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Once atop a hill I thought I can't ascend more, Satisfied, I touched the summit, I exhaled cold air, And returned back home. It went on the old way, In the new boiling air, I did not feel fear Of heights any longer And there came slowly The moments of freedom, And the complete liberty. But, I realise, The next summit awaits me, This time in the plains. And am determined To climb every summit I meet Untill I feel stark fearless. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There's a risk, My hope may fail me tommorrow, And I may lose. I have got options, I may well divert the mission, But, I know, I'll fail then too. And I have decided to take risk, I have to fight now, Perhaps that's the part of life. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It wont be As dire as you see. And I guarantee You'll be happy Once you face it; The challenge of living your life As you want it to be. Just look up straight Deep into their eyes, And you'll know You've it in your spirit. Just stand up straight For your place And you shall have it. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It's the love song I dedicate to you. For it's you whom I remember With the sound of love. I keep on playing with you, Cause you allow me do. That's what makes me Fall in love with you. It's not to long, I know, And I feel I know you for ages. And this love, with every passing moment, Gets stronger and stronger. With your touch And the warmth of your arms, I get drowned in And then you become a part of me; For a life time. An unseparable part By earthly affairs. By- Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

A little lonely child Who had very few friends, And who feared this cruel world Went to to her Grandma Who had soothing face. She cried and cried Untill her last drop died, And lamented on her loneliness And the cruel world, Seeking wisdom from Her grandma who had soothing face. 'Go, clean your room.' The grandma said, To the lamenting child, 'We'll discuss the solution there.' The child went cleaning Her mispaced tiny room And didn't come back For a long time now. Then the Grandma went To check on her lamenting child Only to find her sleeping Peacefully on her cleaned bed. 'Sometimes we need Just some cleaning', she said. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.howto-oflife.blogspot.com "

There bellow the broken shade, In the silent, dark corner, Sat a bitch with her puppies. Bitch looks tired, And growls with anger At her funny puppies Who wager to wake her out of sleep. Puppies are worth puppies, For they do not fear, Nor do they care her rage. They make more fun; Biting her ears with mock anger, Untill the bitch calms down And kisses them back With motherly care. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Running wild in the scary world, With the fantasies of child; Of touching the stars, Of free, indomitable will, And getting lost in that world. Alone. On your own. Sitting by the pavements And singing lyrical songs; Begging. And fighting for justice, With not a thought of loss. And getting lost. Again. Alone. On your own. You may posses these fantasies, And may want to run wild too. But you think Of loss and consequences, And abandone yourself. Alone. All by yourself. Then one evening Sitting among your contemporary pals, You complain Of your fate, and the lack of chances. Perhaps, thats all you can do. Alone. On your own. As you try to smile At the loss your fear caused. By-Vinod

You proudly claim That someone loves you, So much that to him You are more than life itself. But you know the truth That it's just an illusion; And you try to hide it. It's lethal. You considered virtues To be your strength, So, wherever you went You behaved with ethics And the virtues in your head. But then one day you'll learn That the world is cruely practical. It's lethal. You do not want to lose, And you have got strength Enough to achive heights, But then you are put down By the corrupt truth. Then you'll lose will To fight another injustice. It's lethal too. It takes time; Sometimes whole life passes by Before you learn That the best way to live Is to be strong and rule, Or to forget virtues and be rude. And if you haven't got balls to fight Better learn to neglect the truths. Else, it's lethal too. By- Vinod

You feel That everyone you meet, Be it at home or the street, Must be pleased With you for all the good. And all you care When you meet someone Is to smile, and smile And smile again On the rotten jokes And all the funny things. 'They' are seldom pleased; Seldom do they want A girl laughing too often, For it reminds them Of the weary loads, And of the burdens. And so, You are rejected; Rejected for your smiling nature. And you smile even more The next time you meet someone else, Who comes to you to select; And so is repeated your fate Untill you are fed up With spreading smiles And learn to hide your teeth. Forever. And kill your smiles. All for pleasing some unworthy person. By- Vinod

All those days I hid myself From the hot sun Fearing it'd darken my complexon. And so it happened; I walked all these paths With my face hidden, And surprisingly I went on getting darker. Everyday. Inside-out. Untill I realised the truth that Hiding from sun is of no use. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It is there in my backyard, Hidden in the silent woods; Silent, calm, and still, Where there is always bright, And the time has stopped. You can see yourself Pretty clear in it. And if you chose to sit There on it's brink, You will be lost Far in the distant land; And the time will stop for you. You won't speak there Nor will get any bad sight, And it's then When you forget yourself That you'll realize the truth, That the well of hope Is not far from your house, And it's easy to reach. By-Vinod

::- ART OF INSULTING -:: You insult me in style Amidst your beloved pals, With a smile in your eyes, And a subte pride At my humiliation. And I do not give an angry reply, Thinking it would spoil Your crooked smile And obvious pride. It is going on this way For a long time now, You insult me habitually And give smiles and feel proud. I do not reply; Habitually, Nor does your insults hurt me. But now I have lost faith In what people call friendship; For me it's just a formality now. By-Vinod

Sitting with my pal In the busy classroom I was arguing on the ethical point Trying hard to prove That I was misunderstood. But he was not listening No matter how hard I tried Then I stopped all of a sudden When I realised I was tryin to prove myself To the wrong man. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You feel their eyes piercing Your spirit and soul As you walk through the crowd; Trying to be bold. You see their faces with quick glance, You don't know them, you admit. But you are sure That they'll know you are poor. Then you concentrate on the path below Ignoring gazes as much as you could; Acting as if you're in hurry As you struggle your way through. Deep within your soul you know well That you can never hide From the eyes of the crowd, And, no matter how hard you try, Next encounter will be soon. Still you keep on trying, Feeling proud on you sometimes For fighting alone with the world, Though you know the truth, You're being coward. Self submission. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You can't cry, I won't allow you this affair, Not now atleast, When you are in despair. You can't cry, I won't let you do, For that means am lost; My hope is in you. You can't cry, Not when you are right, For it'll be a habit, Making you weak. You can't cry; Never in agony and defeat For you are a fighter Born to fight. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Do you know how to kill a mosquito? Or how to count stars? Or to draw tangled sketches And then smile at them yourself On empty days and lonely nights. Or, Can you sit idle in the park And keep observing people, and their dresses, Or their smiles and walking styles? Or, Can you imagine to be a superhero? Someone other than Superman, Spiderman, or Batman, And keep on framing stories, Which you know Are out-of-world and impossible to happen? If you say no, Let me warn you now, Learn to do these things No matter how stupid you feel. For, if you don't learn to kill empty time, Time will kill you. I daresay so, Because yesterday I went to the funeral Of the young lady Who killed herself Because she didn't know How to kill a mosquito. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

To make a small purchase I went to the nearby store Where worked an old man, Old, he can hardly stand. He moved slow. Very slow, Taking his time, To search my thing, Letting crowd grow. Then he returned, With a calm face, Still moving slow, Amidst the annoyance of crowd, While he fixed my bill; I growled. And then, when I turned around Pushing my way through croud, I heard, 'Good morning', Clear and loud. His eyes radiating smile, And I got transfixed; Could think none in reply, But gave my best smile With big surprise. He smiled into my eyes, As I ran, Away from him. 'What a way to beat anger !' By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Ever since I see television I admire role of the villain; The one who is whimsical, Much stronger, And the dominant one. As I grew, I saw everyone around They liked heroes, And I saw television For my own reason. Everyday I and my pals Appeared almost the same In our similar casual clothes. But today, when I went To wish them good-luck, Outside the interview room, Everything was changed; Now they looked much smarter, And appeared like heroes, And I appeared a villain. Am happy; I always wanted to be the one. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It happened over the dinner today. I could not seat With my group And preferred acquaintances. I got pleasantries Enough to elite me high; And then they forgot My presence altogether Untill I expressed My view on a matter And got utterly ignored. I remembered, I too behave the same With acquaintances. I forgave. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

This early morning I went to the nearby Half filled well And shouted good morning, Loud enough To hear my words return. I felt Jojo, my pet tortoise, Who lived there, Wished me back. I was happy the whole day With the same same thought. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I felt empty, So stark that I wanted to scream At the highest of my sound, And strike my temple against walls. I scanned my mind, It occupied none, Neither thoughts, nor plans. I felt I wanted something I din't know what. It went on and on, Stretching each moment To the long span. And I sat with my temple Sandwitched hard in palms.. Untill I felt it isn't a way out. I stood upright then, I knew I can't seat; Took the broom And began cleaning my room, And then, strangely enough, I felt alright.. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Today am writing poems Ever since the dawn; All poems alike, All implying the similar thought. But still am writing another one; Only to tell myself That I can write Any number of poems I want, No matter how blank. Am satisfied now, For, this one turned out To be better than I thought. Perhaps, I shouldn't stop. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

I write poems; Some twisted ones, Some easy to understand. My friends always favoured The easier ones. I asked her, 'which ones do you like most?' And she said, 'The ones that make me think More and more, And still I don't understand, Making me think, in the end, Of you and your thoughts.' It's the diffrence In the understanding of a friend And a girlfriend. Can't argue with it. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

It burns slow With a dim glow And its smoke Comes out your nostrils Taking a hold over you Slow Slow Slow. And you urge to inhale And keep it enclosed For a time that grow As it reaches to its end Slow Slow Slow. ' I like it's taste' You tell yourself, ' its soft..rhythmic..romantic' And you inhale again Slow Slow Slow For you want to enjoy it And you kiss it With a rare passion As it reaches its end Slow Slow Slow Reducing your moments Faster with its glow. You know it all You have read it on its cover And you sit idle when its over Wishing for another one ' it was my last, I wont smoke again.' You remind yourself silently Though you know You wont follow. Its addiction. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

There's a kid Seating in the front seat, Looking at my reflection In the common window pane. I pushed the window; And he pushed it back To it's original place, And kept pushing it Again and again. Now, after an hour of journey Am still pushing the window And he is instantly replying Now, probably for the hundredth time. I sighed; And he is laughing at my reflection, This laugh, I gather, is trimphant one. You may claim it's a child's game, But I dare object For I see the truth Of life in it. Truth. Unbiased and pure In the childs' behaviour. And now it's clear to me That craving to win In every game And fighting for it Is an inherited trait. I can't stop smiling now, For I have discovered The pure secret of life. World has always suggested To follow children , Today I have found the valid reason. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

You say I love you, I know you do; You need not prove. But then, my beloved one, Let me ask you, 'Do you love yourself too ?' As much I know you, You may nod in positive, And I wont speak offensive, But, my beloved one, If you love me, I ask you To show me atleast once a day That you love yourself too, Because that's the reason I love you. By-Vinod -- regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "