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

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 "