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

I wont complain, Though I so much want to, For the predicament am found in Is but the fruit of what I do. It's always easy to point finger And equally unwise; For it grows what you've sown Please don't surprise. But do one thing, my dear pal, For your future bright, Stop complaining, roll your sleeves, Stand up straight, and fight. For thats what you should do. To bring upon the change; Because to complain is feeble's game And it's vain. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

How I love thee ? Let me put in words. I've loved thee and Each day I wake up To love thee even more. How much I love thee ? Let me think for a while before I reply. I love thee not an ounce less Than I love to breath, And offcourse, my heartbit. How long will I love thee ? Let me dodge this question please. I love thee And thats all I really know, And I shall keep loving thee well after my death, If Almighty permits. By-Vinod

For the long hours We sit silent at our place, Dumb and deaf, As if steadfast in chains, And scream at loud voice And give large applauses Once we reach into the toilets My pals say it's the place Where the feel wild and free, And strong enough to speak Which lecturer is fool, And whom they like. We speak the funny sentences, And tease each other With girls' names And laugh loud enough To cross it's doors; Inside the toilets. Once we go out, We put chains on our spirits again, And make mental notes To return back to this safe place again, And we grow sadder and pale As we go away From the safe heaven In our tiresome college; The toilet.

I saw a stranger drunkard Falling in roadside grass One summer evening As I walked back from evening walk. 'Need help?', I asked. And he extended his soilly palm, I grasped it And walked with him a mile Supporting all along. 'I'll get him to his home.' I was determined to do so. And held his soilly body Smelling of alcohol At a distance from my clean clothes. It seemed he had All the time in the world, For he walked luxuriously, Talked of inherited riches, Of his successful sons, And of course,My kind heart and innocence. Then he stopped, "I do not want to go home" he said. I was done helping; I left him on his own, And as I turned my back I heard him cursing me from behind. By-Vinod

As we grow up We do not call each other With our childhood names; We call ourselves, instead, With the names of popular actors, The biggest billionaires, And with the synonyms of kings. There, deep within our souls, We know the truth That we are no more close these days, And the reason Is the burden to chose The newer, better names, And the thirst quenching words of praise. Now, I feel, the moment has come To throw away The shackles of pretendance, And stop giving stupid names To our closest friends. I better start with myself. By-Vinod

: She was'nt so handsome, Neither too busty of figure, But had a confidence in her stride; And a search in her eyes; That soon I presumed, She was a call girl Searching partner for the night. She walked slowly to me, And did wait with patience, For me to speak with her And to declair my bait. Then she asked me the time, And I bleakly said, nine. She waited again on me, And I just could not meet her eyes, Untill she turned flaunting her smile And walked away in style, Carelessly saying 'Fine.' By- Vinod

I have got a tiger, Yes, a tiger! With large, red, beautiful eyes, Who speaks with me; Speaks, and not roars, Of love, passion, and life. And when am confused, He smiles; through his staring eyes. The loving, beautiful tiger; In his eternal youth, I've kept it safe, wrapped in my book. Please do not confuse, This tiger is but An elegant caricature By the love of my life. Who speaks of love, Passion and life, And when am confused, It smiles. By-Vinod Regards:Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

Here on the deserted bus stop I sit, Alone; Surrounded by beggars and thieves. And I sit and sit for hours at stretch, Alone, Surrounded by beggars and thieves, Disguissing myself of being one of them. I succeed most times In most of eyes That pass the deserted stop, For I've learnt To stare deep through their souls, To speak as my wit, And to be rude sometimes. And then as soon I dipart Away from the deserted stop, Am soon transformed Into the world I belong; The world full of actors, Of hidden crooks and false pals Where I too act along. And soon am oblidged To return again to the deserted stop. By-Vinod

I am a sinner I live with shadows, Cramped hard in dungeon, With melancholy silence And with my ugly truth. It's hard to face the world now, It's hard replying numerous mouths; And so, here I am left in dark To face my own shouts. I shout in here, Amidst melancholy silence And pray to Almighty sometimes; I need solace, And thats all I ask for, Neither pity, nor favour. It seems, I have been here forever Locked in silence for my sins, To face my truth alone, With no hope to see the sun again, And to die infinite deaths, Before the real execution. By-Vinod

On a sleepless night I have left bed And now am seating in a verandah All alone. I wonder, what really have I earned In my life,Am so proud of That will ensure that Someone sits besides me On a night as such. There are loved ones out there, I know, The childhood friends, Some girlfriends, And family offcourse. I have walked alone quite too far, And now how to return I don't know. But, I wonder, there should have been someone, Who would've sat besides me,here; A loving, and caring person, For whom my sleep really mattered. But the long abandoned ones Will never really know, About my situation, I wish, I had always walked along with them. By-Vinod

You think a lot Before you post it, And proceed to think a lot more About the correct sentences, Dual-meaning aspects, And privacy issues. Sure enough you get likes- One or two For any foolish post, And even hundreds of them If you are truly in the air these days. But, please pay attention, my dear pal To what I've got to tell- NOBODY CARES. By-Vinod

Where were you, I asked myself, The last forthnight? And funnily enough, I've the answer I was trapped in a matrix Formed of thin walls Of hatred, dillemma, And wordless pain. Where for every moment I spent I lost a part of myself, Forever. And I knew, I just knew The way backwards Towards the world I belong to. And I could not take That one easy step, For too long. I don't know why, Why I lingered there In that silent matrix Formed of thin walls Of hatred, dillemma And wordless pain. I don't know. By- Vinod