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

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