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

Who is she? Pals ask to me, Whom, we see you worship Like a devotee. I do not wish to argue For there is no conflict in me, But as my pals raise loads of doubts Sometimes I start wondering too, Who is she? And I never understand. I simply love her, And that's the way it is. By-Vinod

Kadhi tujhya aathvanint Aikato gaani tujhya pasantichi, Kadhi tula bolnyas hoto kasavis jeev Kadhi kadhi dolyant asav deun jato. Kadhi vatat ekatahi baray mi, Kadhi ekatach khush asto Pan, nehami mahiti ast Te hasnach khot ast Jeva tu nahi sobat Hasanyat hasya nast. Vatat yaav tujhyakade Sarv sodun, Sari bandhan todun, Pan mahitiye mala, Shiksha milaliye mala Jaganyachi tula sodun. By-Vinod

Old Cats and Dogs Say so many things; Some good, some bad, Some baseless and foolish, And some truly reaching to heart. Not that their barking Pulls fear hidden in my heart, But they say, And say so many things; My heart goes aghast. It needs patience, Hardcore patience, To be able to keep cool, And listen. Because I know, I am going to be a real bad Dog When I get old. By-Vinod

When I was kid I thought drinking is bad And then as i grew up Drinking was first addiction I had. I still remember How I despised my father When He smoked in the hall And the smoke was enough To fill my childhood with terror, And as it followed Am now a hardcore smoker. It was the same trend I figure With love and other addictions. And I have them all Which I once fathomed to be grewsome. I guess, death will be the next stage. By-Vinod

I know what you think of me. And, my beloved one, am aware too Of what you consider me to be. Let me confess to you the truth That I feel bored sometimes, Sometimes past memories raise Bile up in my throat. And that sometimes I feel alone, Hollow and empty deep within me To the depth of my soul. Am not as strong as I show up to be, I cry in loneliness; and sometimes, Let me put it in honest words, I feel like blowing out my brain. But, then again, When I stand infront of you I get into the role Of strong and cheerful lad. Perfectly. Then when you turn around To leave me back again, I come up with some reason To spend some more time with you, To predent again That am strong and cheerful In a bid to justify myself. But, as soon as your Image fades down the corner, I realise one again, That I've failled. And I make a call to you Pretending to check Whether you reached your place safe. By-Vinod

I intimidate sometimes And seldom doubt upon my words. 'Life is a beautiful thing; The most beautiful thing.' I claim. And then I see some of my pals Raising their hand, Doubting my judgement, saying 'Life, is not as easy, my dear friend, As you claim.' And I don't give a damn; Don't care to reply back in argument. Since they claim, Life maybe tough for them. And ,still, never have dawned a day When I did not chant That Life is a beautiful thing Ever since am born; And, indeed it has been that way. Maybe because I say. Maybe. I don't know. By-Vinod

Let me think of it for a while, Let me analyse, And I'll tell you why, Why do I do, What I do quite often in my life. I lie in general, my dear, Because there are No many things to lie about In my steadier life. And let me tell you the truth, The plain past of mine, I do despice. Let me tell you too, I do really like To do heroic things. Alas, I've lost a chance or few, And in a futile trial I do try to mend them now, People name it 'lying'. And now one last thing, Let me confess this too, That I speak spicy lies sometimes, Which, more often than not, Turn me the villain of my story; And strangely enought, I become happy. Now, please, don't ask me Why I do this. For, this I don't know myself; Am not lying. By-Vinod

Can you open your mouth and say these words, 'My dear friend I need your help.' You know quite too well, he'll agree. But, can you really speak those words, With sincere endearment. Can you? Can you go to your papa and tell That you're sorry; you've failled. You know very well he'll not be angry, But can you really summon up courage, And speak those words. Can you? You know you'd been wrong And it's only for that reason You've kept distance from your beloved one. You know very well She will forgive you before you complete your sentence. But, can you really be strong And mend your mistakes, Without losing your chance. Like a man should do. Can you? By-Vinod

Seating idle amidst the crowd Of my fellow aquaintances I prefer to observe them smile, Stealing looks at beautiful ladies And talking in murmurs About their alleged girlfriends, and wives. Am smart; I don't speak, I listen their smallest whispers, and notice. By-Vinod