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

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 "