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

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