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

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 "